What an interesting and jam packed weekend we had. Friday night actually Brian and I stayed in and watched two of the movies from the Blade Trilogy which were pretty cheesy but also very good and yes you can say those two things about a movie and it still make sense. The only thing cheesy were the effects. We drank wine, ate
delicious pizza and tortilla chips. I was busy in my sewing machine from time to time and he on his laptop. It was a good stay-at-home night. Of course we missed Braeden, he left with his father at about 6:30 that night. =o/
Saturday morning I was awake before 8 a.m. so I turned on retroPlex (one of my new favorite digital channels) and began sewing. Bri didn't wake up until 11 a.m. so I had a chunk of time to myself and he had a chunk of time to actually sleep soundly.
My Aunt Mares was given a
surprise birthday party at 1 p.m. on Saturday. She said she knew something was up when she came home to find her son Michael and her husband, my Uncle Larry, cleaning the house. hehe. The party was nice even though I was a zombie most of the time because I'm still sick. Coughing, sniffling, feeling crappy. I got to spend time with Nikki and her daughter Kaitlyn. They live so far away we don't see them nearly enough and I really enjoy their company. Nikki did a reiki session with me and I honestly think it worked. I do feel better. Though my chest congestion is the same there are other issues I was having which suddenly improved drastically.
My brother and his girlfriend Jada moved on Sunday. I didn't know the plans so when I called they were already packing up the moving truck. Knowing my Dad wouldn't be able to help I knew I had to step up to the plate even though I wasn't feeling well. They moved to Alden Park off of Wissahickon in Philadelphia. My Dad drove Greg's car, my Mom and I were in my Jeep, Jada drove her car and Greg was in the moving truck. All vehicles were packed to the brim with stuff. It was a 60 mile drive and traffic was AWFUL going up 76 west. With 30 minutes to go I knew I was going to be sick. My palms started sweating, I was done for and my Mom is not a woman who can drive in that kind of traffic. I called my brother, he didn't know where we could pull over. He called Jada and she didn't know. Fortunately, my Mom and I praying seemed to help and I made it to their apartment before getting sick. But then I was pretty much out of the count and wasn't much help. Sorry guys. They managed well in spite of the fact that they had to park the moving truck a good 50 yards from the door and then carry it to the freight elevator which was VERY small and get it up to the 7th floor. The elevator had a mind of its own and I had to hold the doors open with my body while they moved the things in and out. Even pressing the button to keep the doors open wouldn't work and it really did try to move me out of the way, it was possessed.
Their apartment is VERY old, but it has so many intricate details in the architecture of the place that I absolutely love. The ceiling have rounded corners. There is a 6-panel bay window and adjacent to the windows is a wood burning fireplace. On either side of the fireplace are built in bookshelves. All the door knobs are crystal. I wish I had brought my camera. Next time I make it up there I definitely will. If I ever have the money to design my own house I would use a lot of the elements from this apartment. The bathroom and kitchen are very tiny though. In my mad dash to the bathroom I threw the door open and it promptly swung back in my face when it hit the toilet on the other side. Yikes!
Jada should be able to bring one of her two cats up there soon and I know that will help to make it more homey for them. Their friend
Trouble Adam Boaman lives nearby and I think that is a huge plus because when they lived in Florida they didn't know anybody.
The place used to be a hotel and was built in the 1920s. So there are antiques in the halls and floor to ceiling mirrors when you're walking through. It was a bit scary because nothing is marked. You literally had to walk down the halls trying door knobs to find the one with the stairwell. There are old postal service chutes which are awesome even though they don't work. I really just loved all the details. Though I bet you could easily film a ghost story in that place. =o) Which made it all the more cool in my mind.
Did I mention it is surrounded by a private 38 acre park? It is. The photo in this post is one from their website, it's an area of the central lobby room.
And then my parents and I tried to find our way home. We ended up in the museum district and then we got on 76W again when we needed to be going East. It took us about 45 minutes, maybe longer, to find 95. It was quite an adventure let me tell you.
So then I dropped my parents off and drove home. Brian and I had a bunch to talk about and then Brae came home. Within 10 minutes he had "lost" his pen. My kid loves to "write" and draws lines of squiggles on paper like he's a novelist. Pens are very important. =o)
There you have it. The complete play-by-play.
Happy Monday!
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