I'm sitting under my beloved angel lamp which finally has power...
And the living room is painted, and I have paint all over me. There is a rug on the floor that's been rolled up in the basement for a year. Furniture all rearranged. I have to figure out how to hang pictures with lathe and plaster and picture rails.
And Houston and I are going to Vancouver tomorrow for the weekend. Yippee!!!!
My knee is not as wrecked as I thought but the PT person says 6-8 weeks of healing. Whaaaaa. What about skiing?? Or swimming. Or even walking. Sheesh.
It's supposed to rain all weekend so we'll bring boots and raincoats and umbrellas and books and knitting (well, I'll bring knitting) and we'll watch dumb TV and sleep in and well, you know. And eat fabulous food and walk in Stanley Park.
No dogs. No katz. No clinic or births.
I just might sleep for 12 hours a day.
My grandson is turning 13. How in the world did this happen? He was just born.