March

So, almost three months off the Celexa. Feeling much more myself. I wonder how long I'll be saying that.

Sad news. My grandmother passed away March 17. She was 89. It was not unexpected, but still it's a shock. My poor aunt is bearing the worst of it. She took care of grandma and they lived together for the past 20 years or so.

A couple of grandma stories. Once she was babysitting me and we were waiting for my mom to come home. She was standing at the window looking out. She said to me that my mom should wash the windows and just kept looking out. When nobody was looking she wrote my mom's name on the window pane with her finger. Then of course, my mom thought it was me, but grandma came clean. :)

Another time she gave my mom a packet of her favourite cigarettes (it was the 70's, OK?). She wrapped it in like 20 pieces of paper. Each layer was sealed. My mom unwrapped the first, then the second, then the third, all the while smiling. When she got to the fifth and sixth layers, she was getting a bit frustrated. Then she asked us if there was anything actually in there. We said yes, so she had to unwrap the whole thing. She laughed though. My grandma was a joker. I miss her.

In more sad news, we are still monitoring how my father-in-law is doing. His cancer spread to his brain.

In happier news, penboy went to his first confession today. He was super nervous, but was very happy and relieved when it was over (all one minute of it). I went too and was a bit stumped as to what to say. I mean, if you lead a fairly normal life, what can you possibly have to confess. I lie a bit, of course, who doesn't, but other than that? I work and I come home and try to have some fun on the weekends with penboy and Mr. P and that is pretty much my life. Who has the time to sin?

So now penboy is ready for his first communion, which will take place at the end of April. Wow, my boy is getting all grown up!