You see, I haven't been able to be with you as much for the last week and I worry that you will think I am neglecting our friendship. Of course I would never do that, but sometimes life gets in the way of blogging, and visiting, and just keeping up.
The independent living apartments, where my mom has been living for the past two years, were just not working out. Too expensive, too many internal problems, and no real security system in place. So last year we put her on the waiting list for a different apartment and her name finally came up. Yesterday we signed the lease and she took possession of what will be her new home.
That means I am busy helping her with her move and it means a few other things are having to slide. By the end of next week I hope to have her all settled in with the pictures hung on the walls, and I will be able to get back to my normal routine.
In the meantime, please know that you are on my mind. Oh, and that is my new antique iron bed I bought this winter. I've been meaning to show it to you, and here it is now in a post that has nothing to do with finding the perfect iron bed. That's just how things happen sometimes.