Pat has been gone all week hunting in Maine. He sent pictures of what they had hunted. Unfortunately, I'm unable to tell you what it is! I really am not at all sure what it is! As our rule is that we eat, or at least try, everything Pat brings home from his hunting expeditions, I'm a little more than just a little bit nervous about this one!
The location the guys are at looks beautiful, though, from the pictures. Cold, but beautiful. It does make me think about possible renting a cabin up there next summer for vacation. . .
There were a couple of things I left off the last post about my trip to my Mom's. Both are kind of strange:
1) The first morning I was at Mom's, I was still in bed, awake and reading, but still in bed. I clearly heard Aidan say "Mama." It was not distressed. Just the simple, "Mama." Like he was standing right next to me and about to say something. I looked up from my Kindle and then my phone beeped with a text. It was a picture of Aidan. I tell you, my heart squeezed in a strange way and I thought to myself about the stories I have always heard about the connection between mother and child. I am totally a believer in that. Now.
2) Do you ever wonder why smoke detector batteries always perish at 1:00 in the morning? Okay, sometimes it's 2:00 in the morning. . .While at my Mom's, the last night/morning, actually, the smoke detector in the hallway right outside my room decided to have cardiac arrest of the battery. I was getting up very early anyway for my flight, but really! I went in search of batteries. Couldn't find any in Mom's house and decided to disconnect the darn thing--the one in my room was only two feet away from dead detector, so I didn't see a real problem. I advised my mom of the situation first thing and she had the problem dealt with before I even landed at Dulles.
Fast forward to this past Saturday night/Sunday morning. The smoke detector in one of our front guest bedrooms decided to have cardiac arrest. . .Pat was not at home. I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't be ignored! I had to go down to the basement to get a 9volt battery out of our stash--at least I knew where they were!--sneak into Aidan's room for a chair in order to reach said ailing detector and then replaced the battery. . only to have my alarm go off just a few hours later because Aidan had an early hockey game.
Sigh. . .
More soon. . . .