I promised that I would be sending photos of all the festivities, the altars, the calacas, but, except for my weak attempt yesterday to upload a video, nada.
I apologize. I had every intention.
Friday morning was to be the first day of my documenting all the stuff. It went awry early on when Ron of Ron and Fred called -- locked out of his house. So, off I drove to take keys to him to get back in........
Now I'm running behind, so I'm moving fast. I get home. One of the big things to get done, first off, was to get the electric blanket on the bed. It has been in the high 30's at night, already. Brrr. I put the blanket under the mattress cover and the bottom sheet. It's quite a production to get all that off and then back on with the blanket in there too.
Okay, mission accomplished. NOW I can leave. I had purse in hand, turned to head upstairs and voila,
I ended up on the floor. I ended up on the floor right after I hit my head on a piece of furniture and my right knee hit the tile floor with a thud. Uh oh. I just didn't move. Let the pain subside for a few minutes.
Then I looked to see why I had fallen. My foot had gotten caught in the electric blanket cord that was dangling near the floor and the rug. DRAT. (It is now safely tucked away)
I know the drill. Get the ice out of the freezer. Or in this case, a bag of broccoli, frozen. It's much easier then a bag of ice cubes.
This time the knot on my head was on my forehead near the hairline. At least I wouldn't end up with another black eye..........blessings. At least it was my right knee. Not the bad left one. I always look for the positive things.
Needless to say, with my right knee twice as big as the left, I was not going to be walking anywhere for very long on Friday.
The kids, with their Dad came by for something or other. There I was, on the chaise with broccoli on my knee and a quilt over me. A true Grammy, ha. Nope, I didn't offer to cook or anything else. Just stayed where I was.
When I awoke on Saturday, thinking I would be well enough to get out, I felt like I had been in a car accident. Needless to say, I never left home, again. In fact I thought I might spend the day in bed.
Something I do about once every ten years.......Well, I could make a silly comment, but use your imagination.
The Universe had another plan though. Rather then spend the day in bed, Matilda came to visit while Sebastian went to get his stitches removed from his neck.
We baked banana bread. We watered the plants. Then we sat down, thankfully, and she showed me how well she can add her numbers. She's in the first grade. Wow, she got up in the 140's. That was so much fun.
Then the whirling dervish arrived, Sebastian. Everyone ate stew and cornbread I had made earlier in the week..........They played. Rode their bikes and along with Scout, the relatively new dog, left.
Somewhere around 3:30PM, I did take a siesta, with the electric blanket turned on. Aaahh.
I've missed all the festivities! I did see some on the webcam in the jardin. There is always next year.
I AM off to delicately walk up a few stairs to have lunch with a group of wonderful women who are in town from Atlanta, Ga. Looking so forward to seeing all of them.
Tomorrow I intend to go through my boxes of photos from the old days of Dia de los Muertos to post them for ya'll. Some treasures in those boxes.