I must have missed this thread--made me smile now to read posts. Grinity, hope your ankle is healing (a good excuse to catch up on reading and relax a little--though it sounds like you're still busy busy). One of my favorite memories of my mom was when I just started working and went to Puerto Rico for extended work. My mother had broken her leg and sounded depressed on the phone. So I told her to come use my mostly empty fancy hotel room since I was out all day & she could mend in a nice setting. She came down and I would help her to the poolside each morning with her books, and collect her in the afternoons. One afternoon I came back and it was pouring rain. I panicked because I could not find her and asked the hotel staff if they had seen a women with a cast on her leg. They told me she was tucked under the far end of the pool canopy & there I found her surrounded by a dozen Marines, laughing and sipping margaritas (she was an ex-Marine). They carried her there when the rain started. I should have known my mom was resourceful enough to handle a little precipitation.
