For those who may be wondering about his situation, he has serious congenital malformations of his kidneys. I don't discuss it much here, but this is an ongoing problem - we've been dealing with it since before he was even born. Mostly, we're on an even keel with it all, but then we have phases, like now, where a lot is happening at once: lots of appointments and tests, probable surgery, general anxiety and concern all around. Needless to say, it isn't easy. I want to talk more about it, eventually, but not right now. It was kind of a crappy week, but it wasn't without its bright spots. And you know me, I really do try to look for them. I haven't done this on a Friday in a while and the spirit moved me, so here I am with a few happy things from my week...
I reveled in my grocery shopping this week - I went early in the morning when the store was empty, I was alone because my children were back in school, I had made a good list for once and they were unusually well-stocked. I certainly ate more than enough candy in the run-up to Easter, but I treated myself to a bar of Lindt white chocolate anyway, because I take great comfort in candy, right or wrong.
In my downtime, I've been practicing my embroidery skills. This is actually a Martha-related project that I'll share later this month (it's based on ideas from the March issue). It's a piece of cotton duck that I'm stitching on with needlepoint wool in stem stitch. Its enjoyable and my stitching is slowly getting better.
I have a stack of books next to the bed. The Nigella cookbook is mine, my favorite cookbook of hers. The others are library books. I'm reading the top one, In the Woods by Tana French, right now; I've read it a few times before.When I'm done with that, I have The Abstinence Teacher by Tom Perrotta and Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty. Both are authors I've enjoyed in the past. If you need me, I'll be over here, holed up with my books and my Lindt bar.
These tulips bloomed during the week. I can see them from my place at the kitchen table. It makes me so happy to have my own tulips blooming here in my yard. Like, truly elated, in the purest, song-in-my-heart kind of way.
I crocheted a dress for the GB's baby doll, Nellie. It's my own design, and it worked! I'm planning to share my pattern soon. I'm a little scared; I can crochet with ideas from my own head but I'm not great at putting them into words or instructions. I'm working on it.
I found the LB like this during the week and it made me chuckle. Oh, you know, just sitting here on the patio in my bicycle helmet, using my 1950's manual typewriter to write a dramatic, action-packed story about my hens...
Do you have weekend plans? It'll be a quiet one here. Some work in the yard, probably a trip to the library, maybe a cup of coffee. I'd like to do a little baking; it's been a week or two and I'm in the mood to putter around the kitchen for a while. I'm planning to roast a chicken on Sunday. I've been sorting yarns, trying to clean up my little craft-storage area and get an idea of what I have, yarn-wise (plenty, it turns out). Foolishly, I bought yarn today, a few balls of baby-weight acrylic in soft colors. I'm thinking about trying hexagons, which are my final crochet frontier. I didn't need the yarn but it was pretty, and cheap. At least it wasn't more candy, right? That's what I'm telling myself.