Altimers and casserole pants

I put the golden girls back on the bus Friday and true to my words, went home for a nap.  They wore me out! Their 3 day visit was a whirlwind of activities.   When I arrived at the bus, they were the first ones off.  Apparently half way through the trip, the bus driver asked them to sit up front with him.  More than likely to keep an eye on them

After a quick lunch we hit the malls and thrift stores. With each of time talking at the same time and vying for my attention, I felt like a mother with a couple of toddlers in tow.

It was a great visit.   The Canada Day flea market was a gold mine of bargains.  So much so that Mom had to buy an extra traveling bag to take home her treasures.

At the parade my Mom managed to get a front row seat.  She would talk to a stick on a good day, so she had no problem chatting up a little old lady next to where we were standing.   Before the parade started, the little old lady’s husband had given up his lawn chair  and Mom was well on her way to getting their life history.  On the drive back home she informed us of all the old lady’s medical and family history.

The only complaint of the day was the amount of food Mom and Gina ate at my friend’s barbecue.  There was so many dishes, and of course they had to try a bit of each.

I was too tired  to stay up until 10:00 to watch the fireworks so I went to bed with a new stack of books from the yard sale.   Gina and Mom set up giggling and talking until midnight.  I knew the exact time they shut down the house as my aunt came in and woke me up to wish me a good night.

My aunt is a sweetheart and always tells me how much she loves me.  When she gets excited, she has a tendency to mix up her words.  It took me a few minutes to figure out that casserole pants were really casual pants.  And that my uncle was suffering from Alzheimer’s.

Overall a great visit, we were too busy to take pictures.  But they are threatening to come back in two weeks time to take in the Irish Festival.