How quickly things can change!
Only 4 days ago, I wrote about how well my mom was doing in her new home...actually she wasn't doing well at all. On Thursday evening, she told me she wasn't feeling too well, and wanted me to come down and be with her. I told her I would come down after work on Saturday and stay for a few days and she was really happy with that. On Saturday morning, she was rushed to the hospital seriously ill. She had contracted C. Difficile while in the first hospital, and it had progressed to a serious case of colitis which may require surgery to remove her large intestine.
So, I am staying at my son's home for the next few days, leaving poor Mr Knits alone at the store. I gave him a quick lesson in the art of making lattes and cappucinos (and he did a fine job of it too!). We'll see how he does tomorrow when the shop is open. He is totally loving the coffee shop. It only took me 4 years to convince him!
You all know I've told you he doesn't read my blog. This is a good thing because I have a funny story to tell you. When I was in Toronto last week picking up the new car, he asked me what I had for the co-op student (hereinafter called "The Boy") to do. The front garden needed cleaning up and all the winter detritus needed to be removed. Sooooo, he told The Boy to clean up all the dead stuff, rake up the leaves, and put it into bags to go to the dump. Well, the dear co-op student did just that. He pulled up everything that was dead - or what appeared to be dead. Remember it was March in Ontario - pretty much everything looks dead right now. All my hydrangeas, hostas - everything except the one rhododendron and one lilac bush. He was so worried I was going to freak out, and just can't believe how "well" I'm taking it considering how much time and effort I had put into the garden in the past 4 years.
What Mr Knits doesn't know is that I had wanted to rip out that garden myself this spring and replant it! Since he feels, shall I say, so remorseful about not giving better instructions to a 16 year old, he's urging me to go out and get whatever I want to "fix it up".
I guess I should 'fess up and tell him why I'm not upset, but what's the fun in that?
By the way - we call our co-op student "The Boy" as he has the same name as about 6 other friends and it was getting confusing. Mr Knits was recounting a conversation he had with I thought was the co-op student which I felt was totally inappropriate and told him so. And he told me it was the other guy. So, we came up with nicknames for all 6 of them. One of them was "The Man" so of course we needed "The Boy".
So, I am staying at my son's home for the next few days, leaving poor Mr Knits alone at the store. I gave him a quick lesson in the art of making lattes and cappucinos (and he did a fine job of it too!). We'll see how he does tomorrow when the shop is open. He is totally loving the coffee shop. It only took me 4 years to convince him!
You all know I've told you he doesn't read my blog. This is a good thing because I have a funny story to tell you. When I was in Toronto last week picking up the new car, he asked me what I had for the co-op student (hereinafter called "The Boy") to do. The front garden needed cleaning up and all the winter detritus needed to be removed. Sooooo, he told The Boy to clean up all the dead stuff, rake up the leaves, and put it into bags to go to the dump. Well, the dear co-op student did just that. He pulled up everything that was dead - or what appeared to be dead. Remember it was March in Ontario - pretty much everything looks dead right now. All my hydrangeas, hostas - everything except the one rhododendron and one lilac bush. He was so worried I was going to freak out, and just can't believe how "well" I'm taking it considering how much time and effort I had put into the garden in the past 4 years.
What Mr Knits doesn't know is that I had wanted to rip out that garden myself this spring and replant it! Since he feels, shall I say, so remorseful about not giving better instructions to a 16 year old, he's urging me to go out and get whatever I want to "fix it up".
I guess I should 'fess up and tell him why I'm not upset, but what's the fun in that?
By the way - we call our co-op student "The Boy" as he has the same name as about 6 other friends and it was getting confusing. Mr Knits was recounting a conversation he had with I thought was the co-op student which I felt was totally inappropriate and told him so. And he told me it was the other guy. So, we came up with nicknames for all 6 of them. One of them was "The Man" so of course we needed "The Boy".
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