Navigating my way through the weekend.

This was a busy weekend. A housewarming for my nephew, my niece Tori graduated from Wentworth Institute of Technology (Magna cum Laude) and my dad........ Broke my stove. No seriously he took it out.
There is never a good way to get a call when a child or in my case parent has an accident. My husband God bless him , sent me a text....."hey when you get a minute can you give me a call?"
Turns out Dad fell while picking up a cat food dish. he fell into the oven door which was all glass and busted it. My husband called the EMTs and he was taken to the hospital to get a cat scan and some stitches. He's pretty sore. A real Maine expression is " He's all stove up" I guess he really is. When I arrived home from my trip this afternoon, my husband informed me that he was afraid to sleep all night. He had gone over 24 hours with no sleep to keep an eye on my dad. That is a good man my friends.
Last month a woman at the bank mistook them for "partners" .
This weekend I spent with my sister Laurie. It was a great time. We picked peaches, laughed, ate, talked and then talked some more...I slept like a baby. We celebrated and sang ok I sang she told me to stop.....and we laughed.
I am blessed to have a wonderful family and, to have my father be ok. Back to work tomorrow.
So sweet dreams to the North and g'day down under!