ARRGHHHHH!!!!

Today was one of those days where everywhere you go, everyone you see is all messed up.

Daughter was going for a flu shot. We got there just as they opened back up from lunch, and already three people were ahead of us. (Did they just sit in the waiting room through lunch, or what?) We knew we didn't have time to wait, because Daughter had a doctor's appointment across town (sorta). We got there with five minutes to spare and waited for 35 minutes in the waiting room. This, I don't like.

They called her back and she put on paper clothes and sat there, freezing for 35 minutes. This, I like even less.

The doctor had forgotten why Daughter was there and had to run back and forth to get what she needed.

By the time we got outta there, we were near starvation. It was too late to get the flu shot.

After we ate, it was too late to do the other errand.

It took forever at the restaurant, the guy who waited on us apologized (because they weren't that busy) and said something was going on back in the kitchen.

Daughter thought she saw one of the guys who works at the funeral home come out of the kitchen, but she was mistaken.

I still felt kind of funny about my steak.

So I came home an aggravated, disgusted, hurting and tired woman.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

Get it together, will you people?

Flu Shots and Graveyards

So, that was my day, how was  yours?

Mother, Daughter and I went together to get our flu shots.

Mother got a super duper honkin' special flu shot because of her age (over sixty-five). Her frail little nothing arms show nary a scratch from the injection.

Daughter got a regular flu shot in her skinny, iddy biddy arms. Nary a scratch on her, either.

I got a regular flu shot in my big old ham hocker arm and I have a bloody, bruised spot with a large pump knot under the skin.

Go figure.

After that, we visited Mount Vernon Church's cemetery.

What a fun day!

No, really.

We were looking for any grave with the name Sawyer attached to it, and by golly we found two. Mother knew they would be buried among the Shepard's, because her granddaddy's sister had married a Shepard.

The two we found, as best Mother could figure, were her great-grandparents.

She really enjoyed walking around looking at different tombstones, reminiscing about people she knew.

It was a pretty brisk day, but other than that, the ground was flat and the trip pleasant.

Made us hungry.

Graveyards will do that to you, I supposed. I guess that's why everybody gets fed so much after a funeral.

We all ate together, which was fun. We are going out together less and less, because Mother doesn't feel like going out.

So today was a red letter day.

Flu shots, graveyards and all.