Holey Sunday

Not HOLY Sunday--I'm moving around, but am a long way from heading out for church services.  I mean HOLEY Sunday.  The Burriers came to visit Sunday and brought dinner.  Once more I was the queen, sitting on my throne, waving to people passing by and trying to be a part of the kitchen action.  It's hard to participate while sitting on the sofa sideways.  So I was thrilled when Caroline wanted to know where she could find one of those "scraper things" to get the batter out of the bowl.  Finally, I could offer something:  "not that drawer, the next one."  I AM helpful. 

      OK, a new crew to give me lots of attention; however, I didn't realize how nervous I make some people.  Grant comes in and starts toward me.  "Grab him" Katy says.  I pull my walker over to get up from the sofa and Katy starts toward me.  She follows me like I'm a baby who just started to walk!  After dinner we head out to the patio.  The crowd roars with appreciation as I get out the door, scoot down the steps and make it to a chair.  I continue to be the queen on the throne. 

     Then something changes drastically.  Katy and Jamie notice a hole in the front yard.  All mobile people go to look at it.  Must be groundhogs digging a den.  Looks deep.  Let's fill it with water.  Suddenly Grandpa and the girls are feeding the hose down the hole 

     Uh oh, the hose goes down 7 feet This is not a groundhog den; this is a groundhog apartment complex.

 Suddenly watering hose and watering cans were much more interesting than Grandma.