Bird On A Stick IV

More accurately, hummingbird on a stick.

I was bad  today.  I wanted to take an hour to run up to the canyon so I left Beth, who was here to clean, alone with Mom.  I know she wasn't any trouble because I left her with a task of labeling baggies and packaging cookies six per bag.  There were 120 of them in all so it kept her busy.  The cookies are for the Italian Catholic Federation Christmas cookie sale before and after all five Masses this weekend.  I'm the coordinator.  This evening we had our regular monthly ICF meeting and think I did a pretty good job of recruiting volunteers to work each Mass.  I only needed two people (besides me) but six signed up for every slot.  I'm not sure if I appealed to their better angels, made them feel guilty for never participating (some of them) or I'm a master manipulator. Doesn't matter, whatever it was, it worked.  Gonna be a long weekend for me.

EDIT:  This is just too funny to not share.  Mom has my cell number written down in her room in case I'm out and she needs to reach me.  I was just standing in the kitchen and from her bedroom, 25 feet away, she called me from the landline so she could ask me a question.  Keep in mind that my mother is completely mobile.  :-)