We made a dis-jointed attempt at having fun yesterday. We wanted to visit MIL, find crutches for our daughter, then possibly go for a scenic drive.

Well, MIL was busy eating lunch in the cafeteria when we first tried to see her so we said we'd come back later. Hubby searched several thrift stores for crutches but to no avail. I waited in the car. We went back to see MIL and had a nice long visit. We were pleased to find her in good spirits, surprisingly accepting of her new surroundings. The people there were nice, and the place smelled clean.

After the visit we resumed our quest for crutches. Turns out nobody sells used medical supplies in this town. Used items like that go to a 'super-store-thrift-store' located in a town just north of here, too far to get to before closing. The ironic thing about this is that I remembered a pair of crutches in the mountainous heap that I'd shoveled out of the family room and delivered to the Goodwill trailer. Bummer!

After all that, it was rush hour, and we were too tired for our scenic drive. When we got home, our daughter informed us she wouldn't use crutches anyway. Too embarrassing! I know how she feels!