It was a weird week with storms, cancellations, clinic runs and some fun but ended with the death of my dear Auntie Margaret. Here we go.
My cousin Richard's grandaughter had died from a horrible disease and the visitation was on Monday night. They recently moved to Omaha and I felt like I should go because they have no other local family besides their daughter's. But the weather did not cooperate. There were huge storms with hail forecast for exactly when I'd need to drive so I didn't go. knitting was cancelled too so I stayed home and made a nice dinner while the rain poured down.
It was chilly Tuesday morning, which was perfect because I was making a strawberry/rhubarb pie for dessert since -Lori was coming for lunch. She lives in Omaha now but comes for lunch when she has appointments in town. She was due ~12:30. When it hit 1:15, I texted her only to find out I'd screwed up the date and she'd be coming next month. Sheesh! Totally my fault so I made a quick lunch and went through a cabinet that afternoon. There was knitting too, of course.
Wednesday was the long awaited cinnamon bun trip with Darla. She had seen a reel of a truck driver who does routes in eastern Nebraska who raved about the cinnamon buns in the tiny town of Pilger, which was about 80 miles north of Wahoo, and we were going to get some. Darla picked me up early and we were there by 9:00. Luckily I'd called ahead and had 4 buns put aside because they were already gone. We shared one and then headed out to thrift our way home. Pender had one of the best thrift stores I'd ever been in and we found another great one in Scribner, where we ate lunch in Mel's Bar (delish burger and my favorite tots). We stopped in Hooper for ice cream and then hit the Goodwill in Fremont. It was a totally fun day and ended with the Surivor finale. Here's a pic of some of my favorite thrift scores from the day.
I had nothing beyond taking care of my neighbor's cats on Thursday's calendar. I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I took a perfectly normal step, something twisted just above my ankle like something I'd never felt before and I was instantly in pain. I limped to take care of the cats and it hurt so much that I called the clinic and got an appointment for 10:00 with a doctor I'd never seen before. She sent me for an x-ray and nothing was broken, which was a big relief. She put a brace on and told me to go home to ice and elevate so that's what I did. I spent the day knitting and started watching a Great Course on the Pacific theatre in WW2. That evening when I took the brace off to take a shower, I had zero pain. It's like it had never happened. What????
There was still no pain Friday morning but I put the brace on anyway and got busy. I had to do the shelter cats that morning and ran some errands in town then spent the afternoon planting containers. Then the phone rang. My dear Auntie Margaret, who was 104, was near death. She's recently fallen and was failing fast. I talked to my sister about whether we would go to the funeral and we decided to go. We got the call Saturday morning that she had died.
I loved my aunt so much. We grew up with Auntie Margaret and my cousins Bette and David at every holiday, event - we even vacationed together. She was always there and such a hoot. After I moved to Nebraska, I would fly into Rhode Island on Thursday mornings so I could crash my dad's weekly lunch with her. She was there for every milestone in my life. She had been housebound for the past few years and couldn't hear to talk on the phone so I feel like I lost her a few years ago. I definitely needed to go to the funeral.
We didn't know when the service would be but I started making calls to make sure I had cats and plants covered. I also had to make decisions on my garden. I planted the rest of my containers but decided to wait on planting my veg beds. There was lots of waiting to hear so the weekend dragged. I finished the WW2 thing, which was also a drag, and we finally heard that the funeral would be a week out on June 1st so we booked a room in Rhode Island. I'd be driving to Dottie's in northern Indiana and then we'd drive to RI from there, which would take a couple of days.
So, what a week, huh? Auntie Margaret was the last of her generation, outliving them all, and the sweetest, funniest aunt I could ever have wished for. Rest in peace, Auntie Margaret.


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