Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
All our people were with other dear ones so John and I spent much of the day at the Gardens taking care of some last minute changes in decor from fall to Christmas. Then we had a fine roasted chicken and fixings in front of our blazing wood stove in the loft---our little hideaway above the barn at the Gardens. After that we stopped to see our 102-year-old mother who was then eating her evening meal. When she was finished, John (in the privacy of her room) showed her his 2 week old metal staples holding his hip replacement incision together. The staples are all out now and he's doing very well.