Without sharing too much, I shall say that my mother's recovery from surgery was not without incident, and we're just glad that she's walking, talking, and able to eat on her own. Her recovery has accelerated at a really unbelievable rate considering what happened. Words like "miraculous", "astonishing" and "tremendous" have been bandied about. We were looking at a situation where we dropped off a walking, talking adult and got back someone needing permanent placement in a nursing home. Then one day she woke up, asked for breakfast and a telephone, and the rest is history now. The rough bits of this resulted in a near cessation of all work around here, which means I am missing the deadline for the sample socks to be delivered, but I have made my peace with it. Life happens, the words are delivered, the socks will soon follow and all will be well.
Until then, which feels like it'll be about the time this guy actually flies...Bambi's cousin browses in the side yardWinter shows it's here for good and allthough it can leave any time nowany time at all...And in true New England Murphy's Law style, we needed well men to make water for us, though not without expense. The bad news? "Ya need uh new well pump." The good news? "Ya got ah lottah watah heah."Apparently although our well is 400 feet deep, the...something or other...is at 50 feet. Be a long time before we're out of water, thank God. Still need the dishwasher fixed, but you know, I am not so sure I care any more.
Back to the grind. I've got socks to knit, and knitters to beg and cry at!
(just a taste. Didn't think I'd give you the whole show just yet, didja?!)