family fun

Could have posted a couple of pics today. One had Milo on top of a chair, on top of our up-turned table, on top of the car roof. Got a few concerned looks as we trundled Great Grandma's table down the M25 to its next home, at big sister's brand new, purpose built, small mansion sized vicarage. It made a good noise with all the rigging in the wind and we said it was crying because it had never been out of London in its long life. 

Then nice afternoon in the sun at aged parents'. Lots of great kids and neices and nephews etc (not to mention the parentals!) Families always feel good in the sunshine!

This was the snap that made it. Nice to see my 2 lovely nephews jamming away. Even though there's a big age gap they seemed pretty happy with the team they made. The younger providing percussion when he didn't know the cords. And the lovely niece them later. Quite a family Von Trapp really!

But really the snap which should be on my lenten blog is the one I didn't take today. I didn't take it because somehow it didn't seem right. Kay Esther Styles, who my girl and first boy are named for, variously called Kathleen, mum, grandma, Nana, Nan and Great Grandma, is 99 and really hanging in limbo land between life and death. It's hard to see someone who was still doing country dancing in her early nineties such a shadow of her former self. Thin and papery she is totally blind now and lies and sleeps and is cleaned and fed and turned and washed. A bit of a flicker when I rubbed lavender for her to smell and when I sang 'Lavender's Blue, Dilly Dilly', but really it's hard to tell what's going on for her. She's the one I'm thinking about and laying before my God this Lenten time.