Weekend in Florence

My family had a bit of excitement with Grandaddy last week, so Mom and I didn't get to go to Gatlinburg with Daddy. Instead, I still took Friday off, but went to Florence to help Mama. Although I wish we could have gone to the mountains, it's more important to help Mama and spend time with Grandaddy while he remembers me. I'm so afraid I'll come in one day and he won't remember that I'm his "first baby"--for some reason he skips Mama and her sister and goes straight to me!

I got there late Thursday night and picked up Emma from Grandaddy's house. She was most displeased when I couldn't sleep and did all of our laundry instead.

Friday, I spent most of the day with Grandaddy. Mama and I cleaned out a closet so Grandaddy's clothes could all be upstairs instead of leaving some in the basement. It wasn't nearly as sad as I expected giving away most of Grams' everyday clothes. I actually enjoyed reminiscing about some of her favorite outfits. We definitely kept a few things for sentimental reasons, but there were bags and bags of things we gave away.

Saturday, I went back to Grandaddy's house and spent most of the day with him before going to Casa for my favorite Mexican food. The menu may be the same in other places, but the food is certainly not the same.

Today, I woke up early, but still managed to be late for the first church service. I spent some time with my choir friends and then sang in the second service. I certainly wish I could join then tomorrow night for the Handy concert, but it just won't work logistically.

Now, I'm back home and getting ready for the work week. I had a long weekend, but I do wish for another day off. Wouldn't anyone?

This week shouldn't be too bad and I'm planning on a trip to Memphis next weekend, so that's definitely something to look forward to. After that, I'm back to Florence the next weekend to celebrate my 25th birthday--geez, that sounds old!