Busy planning day

I started yesterday with a manicure. There was a woman there who had been kicked out of her previous salon because her kids were noisy. She was told not to come back with the children, so she didn’t ever go back. This was her first trip to the salon after that happened. Her younger daughter was in a stroller and was entertaining. Calling, “mom, mom, mom!” When her mom finally looked, she said “hi!” and then went back to “mom, mom, mom.” The people around me were entertained, not annoyed. They made comments about how it’s better than their teenagers, and that the girl was happy. No one was bothered

I finished before my daughter and went over and sat to wait. Suddenly, the girls started bickering and a hearing aid was thrown across the floor. I picked it up and brought it to their mom so it wouldn’t get lost. I talked to the girls. They quieted down. The oldest girl was 5 and they didn’t have school because of spring break. The youngest was three. The little one kept asking for her hearing aid, but wasn’t upset. Right before their mom was finished, the girls started bickering again and the little one started crying. My daughter and I waited for their mom to finish, and the mom started looking for the other half of the hearing aid. It was in the cup holder on it stroller.

We went to the place where we will have the reception after the funeral. We had lunch and planned the reception with my mom and aunt and cousin. We all pretty much agreed.

After that, we went to my friend’s house to get my dad’s helmet cleaned up for the funeral ceremony. We stayed and chatted for a while.

Then I went to the book signing, which I already posted about here.

It was an exhausting day, but very fulfilling.

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