Lame humor.

I'm in a bit of pain this morning.  We went to see the lights and ride the train last night.  It was in the 40s and we had a good time.  Not long after we arrived, I was doing a little dance skip thing with my grandgirl on the way to the train and I was interrupted by an exhuberant root that wanted to play.  I found myself sprawled out in colored light and christmas music on the dirt.  It didn't really feel like I'd hurt myself at that moment, but by the time we made it around the park by train and by foot, I was hurting a good amount.  My shoulder is killing me this morning.  It's a spot noone has ever been able to analyze, but it happened the night of the car wreck in '96 and comes back to remind me when I do something like  I did last night.
The pain made me a little silly - I had another choice but chose silly - and my Megan and Taylor found ourselves making jokes about various stupid things.  We decided it was 'lame' humor and walked a little funny and such for a little. -Hey it was a good choice.
I have almost as much food in my fridge as we've eaten the past week!! Ah! Leftovers!
There are a few presents still resting about my tree waiting to be discovered by family I've not yet seen.  Emma is try to discover them a little sooner.
Having mom and Emma in the same house together for a week has been a challenge.  I would not change a thing.  Mom has bossed and griped and pouted.  I've made sure that she had Jeopardy and we have worked twice on a new painting.  We built a step so she can get down to the studio. Emma has been fun.  She's 18 months old, so she fusses some, she doesn't always want to come down for a nap, and she scatters various things about my house as soon as I pick them up.  I've loved every ounce of it.  In either case, it's what I have and I will enjoy as much as possible.  Amanda and Emma will leave us tomorrow morning; I will take mom home on Monday.  It's what I get.  Perhaps it would have been better if Amanda and Emma had the closer bathroom a little more functional.  Perhaps a quieter house would have pleased my mom.  But I don't get to choose times and durations and this has been a 'Joy to the World' sort of week for me regardless.
We made a little bed room out of my music space for Olivia which we fold up during the day for ambience.  She was a little concerned at what I was doing in the beginning, but she accepted it and has been so sweet, helpful and good natured about it all.  Perhaps the gramma, grampa, Livia thing should have been a 3some, but it wasn't.  I will miss her when she goes back home.  As with the others, it is what we have that counts.
I woke early, had some coffee and watched an amazing sunrise of reds and gold.  It's the promise of a bright new day.  Peace and blessing, my friends.