How many special people change How many lives are living strange

I have misplaced my USB cable so no pictures to post.

This was one of those jumbled weekends, Friday I baked cookies for the Boy Scouts and Saturday was the Family Picnic. A fun time was had by all and I had plenty of time to knit on Krista - I am using the ribbon yarn I picked up at Smileys sale a few weeks ago. I haven't stopped knitting on my Likker'd Up Granny - I do a few rows almost everynight - it's just that mohair and humidity do not mix. Besides, I want to take Krista on vacation - we are leaving July 6, so I think I can finish it by then.

Saturday night at 11:40 the nursing home called - my mother hit another patient and tried to hit the nurse, they called to tell me they were sending her to LIJ for testing because her mental state had changed. On Thursday, they had called to tell me they moved her room because she was fighting with one of her room mates. This is not the first time this has happened - every so often she gets very agitated and mean, she once tried to hit me with her cane, and when she was in day care she started fighting with the other members there too. Eventually she gets over it, but it is not pleasant. I went to the hospital Sunday morning and spoke to the Doctor - they did a cat scan and a battery of neurological exams to make sure the personality change did not have a physiological cause - I told him about her past behavior and he said if the tests are all negative, they will review her meds - right now she is on zyprexa, an anti psychotic, but her dosage may need to be adjusted. I stayed with her till the nurses aid came in to wash and change her. She didn't remember anything and only wanted to talk about my glasses - for some reason she has fixated on my glasses lately.

When I left the hospital, I went back home and David and I drove over to the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn. There were so many things I wanted,but on my very tight and limited budget, I just bought a wooden bead bracelet. I saw some wonderful fabrics and yarns and notions, but I restrained my self. There was a needlepoint photo album kit that I would have loved, and many many bags that would have be lovely to own, oh and I really wish I knew some babies - they had the cutest baby stuff!

After melting in the heat, I took David out for a father's day dinner - we went to Sizzler, of course. But he enjoyed it, so that is all that matters.

Tonight, after work I am running over to the hospital again, to see if they got back all the results and how long they are planning to keep her there. I hope I can make it to the LIC Knits group tonight - I am really fortunate to have found such a talented, fun and unique group of knitters! They are a bright spot in an otherwise dull and mundane week.