We visited Matt's family Sunday night and all day yesterday. It was so nice and relaxing. Sunday night, we arrived, went for a walk, ate supper with the family, and visited. Monday morning, we woke up and Matt, Bob and I got ready to go fishing. As we were getting ready, Matt's mom, Carmen, mentioned that we should take her uncle Elmer with because he loves fishing. Matt called him up and asked what he had planned for the day....he had nothing planned and he'd love to go fishing. Matt's great-uncle Elmer lives in an assisted living apartment by himself; his wife lives in a nursing home; he's over 85, although I don't know his exact age. He used to go fishing all the time; in fact, it used to be that he'd call Matt and Bob up to go fishing with him, not the other way around.
Well, we picked Elmer up and were on our way. We could tell he was excited. When we picked him up, he was waiting in the lobby of his building dressed nice and warm.
Off we were, going fishing. I don't really love fishing that much. I don't mind going once in a while...it's relaxing and Matt really enjoys it, so it's fun to go along to see him relaxed...trust me, it doesn't happen that much. Once we leave the county (which is seldom), he can relax a little...otherwise, he's always thinking about all the work he needs to get done. So, I went with, book in hand, and decided to have fun fishing. How could it not be fun? The kids stayed back with Carmen, Mary, and Great-grandma Jeanette...I could relax, too! So, I did. I fished for a while, but soon got tired of not catching anything. So, I opened up my book and read for the rest of the time we were on the lake.
We didn't catch that many fish; Matt caught three or four, Elmer caught three, Bob caught one, and I caught one. We headed home around 5:30...not a bad day, I guess...Elmer was getting tired, though. His back was hurting from the rough lake.
Elmer came back to Bob and Carmen's with us for supper; that way, he wouldn't have to worry about anything for himself. My favorite part of supper was when Elmer sat down at the table. Clarence had been sitting at the island expecting to eat there; when he saw Elmer sit at the table, he said he wanted to sit by Elmer. It was darling and made my day. :)
While we had been fishing all day, the kids had been bonding with Gramma Nett. She's living in town now and can't drive because she can't see that well, so Mary went and picked her up. They made a whole bunch of pies, canned apples, and made supper. I know the kids had fun...when we got back, they wanted Grandma Carmen and Gramma Nett, not me. Clarence is such a sweet boy around the older people. He gives them hugs, wants to sit by them, and wants to help them. I love that. I hope he keeps it up.
I love that we can make an effort to see Matt's older family members one-on-one once in a while. It's important to spend the time with them. I want my kids to grow up knowing who they are and have memories of getting to do things with them.
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Today, Matt and Clarence are getting a swather going...to swathe the oats later. It's so nice for me that Matt's willing to take Clarence every once in a while; it's good bonding time for them, and I am able to get much more done only watching one child instead of two.
So, I'm taking advantage of this time with only one child. I'm baking.
Bread, buns, caramel rolls, cookies, and banana muffins. At least that's what I'm starting with. I want my freezer to be stocked full so I don't have to worry about it again for a couple weeks. Matt wants to start fencing hardcore soon, so that means I'll be his right-hand woman. Lucky me! No, actually, once I get out and start doing it, it's not so bad. Plus, I get to spend time with Matt. That by itself is worth it. :)
Tomorrow I sub for the first time this school year. I sub again on Friday. I'm kind of excited. It seems too soon for school to be going, but oh well. A day here and there until it snows won't be bad. It'll still leave time for working here at home.
Hope you all have a wonderful day!
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