Look who met me at the airport last Saturday night! A very sweet and unexpected surprise.

The plan for this visit was to enjoy a Mother’s Day lunch at our favorite New Orleans-style restaurant and then I would head north to Round Rock for the rest of the week, flying back to Spokane early Saturday after the all important band concert on Thursday night (the reason for my visit).

Mother’s Day:

The celebration continues…

Monday I made meatballs. Tuesday I went shopping with daughter-in-law Amber. Always a good time, especially at Costco. We had fun!

Sampled these. So good!

Tuesday night I accompanied son Ben to a function at the high school and met some of his students. Loved it. Wednesday was my day to help out at Amber’s school library. She let me read to the kids.

I had such a good time.

Thursday was to be the highlight of the visit, when I would finally hear the Funny Grandson play the drums and the marimba. But unfortunately a wild thunderstorm changed all that, so the concert was postponed until Tuesday.

And I decided to change my flights and stay longer. Of course. Because that’s what grandmothers do, right?

Friday the FG skipped school and we took an Uber to Georgetown and went out to lunch at a favorite restaurant, the Monument Cafe.

Yes, I am wearing the same dress as in the other pictures. I packed light.

We strolled around the Square and did a little shopping. My handsome companion was such a treat to be with.

And this morning I am back at the condo with son Will for the weekend. I made another pot of meatballs and am looking forward to braving the heat and strolling along South Congress while Will prepares for the last week of school.

I might find a seat at a cafe, sip iced coffee and watch the world go by. I live in the woods, both in Rhode Island and at the lake, so people-watching in the city is highly entertaining.

Meanwhile, back at the lake, Banjo Man and brother George have been living the bachelor life and getting all sorts of chores done for the upcoming summer season. Banjo Man cooked a pork roast and learned how to make spaghetti sauce for the meatballs I left for them.

I wonder if this family is tired of my meatballs yet. As they probably are of looking at my blue dress.