This afternoon Rod and I will be leaving for Lancaster. I was scheduled to take a class there, but I have decided not to take it. We haven't been away since December and with all the hours that Rod has been gone with being on overtime, I just want to relax and enjoy his company. Since our hotel is a distance from the show, it would mean getting up very early and rushing through breakfast in order to make the show on time for the class. So, I'm passing on the class. Izzy hasn't been feeling well this week, and I've spent a lot of hours with her in my arms. When she is tired or not feeling well, she just wants to "rock-a-bye" as she calls it, and that means Grammy holds her (sometimes for hours). It's a tough job, to be sure, but sometimes my arms cry for mercy. And I think I'm looking forward to the trip more than ever now that I've decided to "skip" class.
And so, most of the packing is done, the scooter is in the car, and Rod is home from work. Mary had a Royal Ball with Bubby this morning, and since she's my backup babysitter today and tomorrow, we will leave when she gets home from the ball and her lunch with the other mom's who were helping out with the ball. It's a big day for the kindergarten class. They all dress up and go to the Ball at a local restaurant called "Shakespeare's".
Here's a shot of Bubby all dressed and ready to go. Doesn't he look like a little man? When Mary put his tie on, he got so excited because he had a tie like Pappy.
There are suits of armor, swords, coat of arms and other medieval articles to make you feel like you have stepped back in time. We ate Mother's Day brunch there one year, and although the food was pretty good, I don't know if I'd go back again. It was definitely pretty pricey.
And so, here's hoping that Sir James of the Bubba has a great time at his Royal Ball.