Walking at an angle.

Lyn and P.G. on their wedding day.  March 7, 1943. 

My Dad was taken by ambulance to the hospital yesterday. Remember, he is 91. When he woke up he was having difficulty breathing. This has more or less gone on for at least 2 months now. Mom had taken him to their family doctor in November because he was complaining of shortness of breath. After New Years he contracted a nasty upper respiratory infection. His breathing, appetite, and energy level have all been way off. Apparently yesterday it was even harder to breath. Mom wanted to call 911. Dad argued for her not to do that. Just picture it - two 91 year olds arguing whether to call an ambulance. It is rather comical actually. Thank heavens their care giver, Sandra, arrived about an hour after they woke up. She said they DID need to call 911.  Mom did. Dad spent most of the morning in the emergency room. Sisters, Mimi and Marsha, were their to help with Mom and be with Dad. Eventually he was admitted into a room at the hospital. Diagnosis - congestive heart failure (complete with irregular heart beat and leaky valve). The CHF is not new. He has suffered for years with it. The nurses began the lasix regimen (sp?) by IV and during the afternoon he was able to pass away much of the fluid that was constricting his breathing.
The very difficult part is that I am 250 miles away and don't know what is happening minute to minute. I had things to keep me busy yesterday but the entire day was tempered with the thought of what was happening to Dad. I kept it at arm's length. Yesterday. Today I have felt on the verge of tears. My head keeps me doing what needs doing. My heart see trees budding and hopes that Dad will live to see another spring. To see his 69th wedding anniversary in March. No doctor or other person has said he is dying. Yet. In the back of my mind. I know he will not live forever.
I feel like I am walking at a 45 degree angle. I am going on with the day but it is just off slightly. I need to put clean sheets on the bed. Dad's heart is working at about 25% its capacity. Red beans and rice for supper. The doctor wants to make him comfortable. I need to go by the cabinet shop. They started heparin in his IV last night. Its hard to walk like this. With this knot in my heart and everything at such an angle. This morning he only weighed 153 pounds. My sweet, sweet Daddy. My little Daddy.

Mom and Dad on the occasion of her 90th birthday. September 15, 2010.

Amanda, sister from Virginia, flew in last night. She had been planning an extended trip to visit/help Mom and Dad. She will add another body to the rotation of "stay with Dad at the hospital, get Mom home for food and rest and then back to the hospital". Mom will be exhausted just from the thought of it all. Dad gets to be taken care of. Mom has to work at keeping herself going. No mean task for a 91 year old heart attack and stroke survivor.

My brain hurts from being tilted.

Quick Saturday.

Oh my stars, you should check out the sky right now. I took a look up as I was taking out the recycle trash. The moon caught my eye and then the stars started vying for my attention. I could just fall into it like a puddle it is so absolutely clear. It is crispy cold. Take a peek. Go ahead.

Blue skies put me in a good frame of mind when I woke up this morning. Mr. Macho and I did a couple of quick laps in the neighborhood and went our separate ways together at home all day long. He piddled and cleared the yard of limbs and chopped up some dead stump and read and even did a little Googling on the computer this afternoon. I crocheted and visited family on Skype and sewed and dusted and mopped. We thought we would spend the morning at home and go seek adventure this afternoon. Only after lunch we both didn't feel like taking showers and going to town. We just did more of the same - stayed home. For supper we had one of my favorites, chef salad. I make it mostly like Mom used to - two kinds of cheeses, ham and turkey sliced into little slivers, eggs, artichoke hearts, asparagus, lettuce, tomato. I added cucumber, green onion and avacado. Mom used to make her own dressing. Mr. Macho only likes 1000 Island dressing so I leave it alone.
I can hear that he is out of the shower now. It is my turn. Think I will get clean, enjoy a little glass of wine and try to read one of the books I have started. Bon nuit.

Pattern resurrected.

Within the last two years Daughter and I went through the few items I had saved from her childhood. I wasn't smart enough to have preserved anything and she picked only an item or two to hold on to for posterity. The rest she said to throw away. Well I just couldn't. And here is a picture of the little sundress I made for Daughter when she was a toddler. I have had it in my closet and just could not part with it...

You can see the stains on it. 

Great idea for that old Christmas gift wrap - use it to make patterns. I didn't still have a pattern for this little dress so I made one - being sure to add a little extra for the seam allowance. The result....

This is such an easy pattern. It takes about 3/4 yard of fabric, 3/4 yard of lining fabric, thread, and two buttons. That's it. 

I had a good visit with Mom and Dad on Skype. They are getting over bad, bad colds. 91. They are the original Energizer bunnies. They just keep on going! Anyway, somehow we got on the subject of old pictures. Mom was talking about what a dashing man her dad was in his WWI uniform and lo and behold I had a photo of him in that very uniform. Long story... years ago I "borrowed" one of their  photo album unbeknownst to my parents. The storm named Katrina destroyed their home in 2005 and all the photographs along with it. After the storm I admitted that I had "borrowed" the photo album and they and all my siblings were so glad I had. A small part of our pictorial heritage was saved in the form of a purloined photo album. Today I showed Mom and Dad several photos of her and Dad and my aunts and uncles that Mom had forgotten I had. She wants them back and I will take them back to her. After I copy them all for myself. I have previously given my siblings some of their own baby photos and other youthful pictures.  Isn't life funny? I never dreamed how precious these photos would be when I took that photo album. Originally I had intended to copy the photos and return the album...time got away from me and I just had kept it. 

I did get some grocery shopping done today but got sidetracked by the little sewing project. This time my groceries really are still on the kitchen floor. And it is almost time for Mr. Macho to get home. I am going to neaten things up right now. Adios. 

Mixed bag.

The week has been a mixed bag so far. Monday night we went to our usual social dance class. We have been doing this off and on for almost a year. We have had lots of fun and good laughs (at ourselves) and learned some dance steps along the way. We are beginners and this month we have learned the basic waltz. We live in a small town and will not get many opportunities to waltz. So what? It is a very elegant looking dance. We are even learning a waltz line dance. You will not believe what a good work out waltzing is. You must keep you frame up and you use your legs to propel you and it will make you sweat.
My YMCA art class started back up yesterday. We worked on contour drawing. We even did a 'blind' contour drawing. It's a little crazy drawing something without looking at your drawing...but it makes you concentrate on lines something fierce. We also did a negative space contour drawing.
After art I treated my sister in town to lunch. Today is her birthday. We ate a the Front Door Restaurant and each ate cream of asparagus soup and a veggie wrap. Sisters. Need I say more? Doesn't that word carry loads of emotion? I have six.
Last night we went to the movies. We rarely go to the movies and almost never in the middle of the week. I had a yen to see "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close".  Five other people were in the theater with us. Today Child A and Child B both asked me if it was a good movie. It was well done and I was totally engaged in it. It wrenched my heart.

I am on sabbatical from the crochet chair project while I have started another. And another. I am working on an afghan...

...pretty bright, huh? Oh and there will be more colors than this!

I learned to make butterflies today. 

I get to drive to Daughter's house and babysit tonight. She and her significant other are going to a Bryan Adams concert. I promised months ago that I would babysit for this concert. It is a school night, so there won't be very much monkey biz-ness. 

Mr. Macho will be on his own for the night. Not to worry. I bought him a frozen pizza and a bag of salad. He will be just fine. I'll be back in the morning - but after he has gone to work. It is fabulous that he is a self sufficient kind of person. 

Packing awaits me.  Adios. 

Pea soup.

Saturday Mr. Macho and I went to town. We ate lunch at the new Bojangles chicken place. Not bad. Then we shopped for containers for all my yarn. It is getting a bit old seeing the yarn spread all out in a spare bedroom. Now I have it neatly packed in see-through containers that will fit nicely under the bed. Yea! And I started back on the teddy bear that I am crocheting. I like it again. I knew I would.
Sweet Pea came over to our house in the evening. She is fun.

This morning we awoke to fog thick as pea soup. After church we put our jeans on a headed over to the lake to try and snap some cool shots. Mostly to play with this high falutin' camera that I have. There is always something at the lake that catches our interest. When our kids were little we would hike the nature trail all the way around. Here are some of my pics...

Cedar by the lake. 

Spellbound by the fog. Fog is such an interesting element. Mr. Macho explains it with science (dewpoint and temperature). I just like the mystery of it. 

Hand stand tree. 

Tree reflection. 

See the raindrop ripples?

Favorite tree reflection snap. 

Foggy lake reflection. 

 Some reflections are as accurate as the original and some reflections get all squiggly. 

I don't know what this is. It was on a bush that also grew tiny cones. 

Winter left overs from summer. 

Old hole. 

Mossy log. 

Cedar standing guard over the picnic. 

Log in the water. 

This may be my favorite snap. I like the pine framing. 

The dam road that leads behind the lake. 

The trees were dripping and I had to keep my camera inside my coat when I wasn't taking pictures. I will keep playing with the camera. Maybe one day I will know just how to use it to its fullest advantage. 

Now on to the playoffs...football afternoon. Already planning and looking forward to Super Bowl food. Go team! 

Evening time. Storms are on the horizon. Am praying the night passes peacefully and all are safe. 

Here is a sneak peek at my finished bear and unfinished chair project.

I have learned and will do a better job on the next one. My first attempt isn't so bad, though. 

Will cover every inch except the bottom of the legs. 

Thank goodness for scented candles.

Yesterday I put some ground beef in a pot to brown. Slowly. The sister from Virginia had requested a skype earlier in the day and I was just sitting in this same spot crocheting up a storm when she skyped me. I was enjoying the conversation and had to interrupt it to go turn off the meat, lest it burn. Ahem. Conversation resumed and we were chatting at a pretty good clip when I began to detect a certain suspicious odor. Excused myownself a second time to double check. Long story short - instead of 'off' I had turned the burner on high and my plans for Picadillo for supper went in the garbage. The house smelled pretty nasty even after exercise this morning. Thus the nice scented candle, which has cleared the house of the essence of burnt offerings. Ahh.
Back to crocheting. Found a really neat project on Pinterest yesterday and am copying the idea. Will post a pic when I finish. It involves a certain piece of furniture. I am happy to report that I have learned to make a granny square and have discovered that there are multitudes of ways to make granny squares. Am currently making sunburst granny squares. And I like them.
The rainy day is a good excuse to be in here working on my crochet project. I will make it to the Piggly Wiggly this afternoon for more ground beef. Picadillo is on the menu. There will be plenty so share. And I promise it won't be scorched. This time.
Be sweet.

Rainy days and Tuesdays...

Multitudes of moods have struck today. Started out good. Sweaty workout. Came home and dove into yet another crochet project and tried my angel painting again - with some success. Was getting some alone feelings this afternoon - you know - I don't have any friends feelings, only not too terrible. Just enough to harsh my creative buzz. Got some clean sheets on the bed. Scrubbed my bathroom sinks and toilet. Washed and folded some clothes. The up and down feelings were getting a little haywire-ish. I was walking the rim of the dark hole. Not really. But I did feel a case of the blues sneaking up on me.
Finally made it to the shower. And then the tide turned. It felt so good to be clean. It was a baptism from the funk. It was all okay when I got out. The phone rang and it was a neighbor. Granted she was asking if I had heard about a neighborhood break-in. But it was human contact. Then Daughter called. More contact.  Plus Daughter makes me laugh more than anyone in the wide world. The earth righted itself and I felt evened out again. Oh. And then I looked out my kitchen window and saw a patch of daffodils blooming. A girl just can not stay all bluesy with daffodils in her back yard. Its true.

I did this one yesterday. 

You can scroll to an older post to compare this second attempt with the fist. I am pleased with both. Sorry this photo is a little fuzzy. 

Right inside our garage door- in the kitchen - is the refrigerator. I have started leaving messages for Mr. Macho on the dry erase board that my grandchildren love to draw on. Just for fun. I am trying to change it frequently but sometimes the message stays for several days. It has caught his attention, and I think he likes it. 

My sisters are planning a girls at the beach weekend in February. The planning is getting fun and specific. There will be singing and movie watching and beach walking and karaoke and even a fiesta night - among other things. During the 1990's my family would get together at the beach every other year. Did I tell you my family is gi-normous? (That is whole 'nother episode.) At a very young age my children understood and declared that it wasn't an official family reunion unless we had the three essential elements - 1. singing 2. arguing 3. crying. It is good to have something to look forward to. 

Peace out. 

Quiet day.

Mr. Macho is off today because of MLK, Jr. Day. We woke to a gentle rain and a warmer temp. Exercise is accomplished. Floors are partly vacuumed, clothes are being washed. And I have learned to make a pom pom. Daughter wanted a special hat for Super Carrot and I wasn't satisfied with the original tassel that I put atop the hat. Now there is a fluffy pom pom adorning the chapeau.
Over the weekend out of town Son was here and it sure was good being around him. We checked out the new tractor supply store in town and went to the mall. And watched football. My team wasn't victorious this time. Ah well. Next year. It was most satisfying to cook the green gumbo and have the son enjoy it.
I have worked on a crochet bear. Picked it up. Put it down. Got tired of it already. I've set it aside for now and think I will like it better in a few days. Will show you when I finish.
Here are the latest additions to my fun hats...

Super Carrot's hat sporting the new pom pom!

Little bear hat. 

Newborn acorn hat. 

Little girl pink and green. Love the little bow!

Don't know what promise the day holds. There my be fun to be found somewhere. Right now the laundry is calling my name. I must oblige. 

Friday. The 13th.

My granny used to stay in bed whenever there was a Friday the 13th. Yep.
I have been at it again today. I crocheted a bumble bee and I am in the process of making a teddy bear. I have to go to the store tonight and buy some stuffing. This morning Mr. Macho asked me if I wanted to go on a date. I said yes. We will eat out and go to the store for teddy bear stuffing. That is a fun date.
Out of town Son is coming for a visit tomorrow.
We will say goodbye to our friend at her funeral tomorrow. We will mourn. We will cry. It is hard to wrap my mind around it, but she is no longer here in body. Her sweet spirit and generous heart will live on, though. Through her children. Through her friends.
Sister Mimi took my Dad to the doctor today. He is coughing and not sleeping well at night. Dr. Mac told him to go see his heart doctor. There is a murmur. He is 91. He will think about it. No news meds for the cough. Sweet Daddy.
Thanks for the sunshine today. It was just the ticket for cheery thoughts. The weekend promises more of the same. How many adventures can you find? I'll try to find some, too.

And we have a winner...

Oh my goodness, let me just tell you. The tomato soup was bueno! Muy bueno! It was not difficult and the taste was way better than the soup in the can. The bay leaf added such a unique flavor and the heavy cream added the richness. Yum. I am sorry I did not take a picture of the it because it was pleasing to the eye, also.
Now I must get the day started. I just had to tell you about the soup. The recipe is Michael Chiarello's and here it is...

Ingredients

• 1 (14-ounce) can chopped tomatoes
• 3/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
• Salt and freshly ground black pepper
• 1 stalk celery, diced
• 1 small carrot, diced
• 1 yellow onion, diced
• 2 cloves garlic, minced
• 1 cup chicken broth
• 1 bay leaf
• 2 tablespoons butter
• 1/4 cup chopped fresh basil leaves
• 1/2 cup heavy cream, optional

Directions

Preheat oven to 450 degrees F.

Strain the chopped canned tomatoes, reserving the juices, and spread onto a baking sheet, season with salt and pepper, to taste, drizzle with 1/4 cup of the olive oil and roast until caramelized, about 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, in a saucepan, heat remaining olive oil over medium-low heat. Add the celery, carrot, onion and garlic, cook until softened, about 10 minutes. Add the roasted chopped canned tomatoes, reserved tomato juices, chicken broth, bay leaf and butter. Simmer until vegetables are very tender, about 15 to 20 minutes. Add basil and cream, if using. Puree with a hand held immersion blender until smooth.

Good will and tomato soup.

I found a nice looking recipe for home made tomato soup online. It involves canned tomatoes and looks easy. I have only ever eaten tomato soup out of a can. Tonight we will be guinea pigs!
More yarn was bought today and two more hats are added to my repertoire...

I am improving the owl hat. Still have to work on the eyes. This size hat is for newborns. Maybe if I make a larger size I will be happier with the way the eyes look. 

I love, love, love the pumpkin hat for a newborn. It is tiny. And cute. And I will start another hat before the day is over. This time I think I will do a brown monkey hat. Not sure. Will show you when I finish. 

The next few days will be busy. My Thursday study group starts back in the morning. I also have a lunch date with a former co-worker. I haven't visited with her in a while and it will be good to catch up with all of her doings. 

I want to insert a commercial here. I follow a blog written by Kelle Hampton. Two years ago her little girl was born with Down Syndrome. Last year for her daughter's birthday she tried to raise a small amount of money for the Down Syndrome Association and the money raised was way beyond the goal she set. She is doing the same thing this year for her daughter's #2 birthday and I encourage anyone who might read this to take a moment to read some of her blog and, if possible, make a small donation. Here is the link...

Enjoying the Small Things: 2 for 2: Pay it Forward
My heart grows and grows while I read her perspective of life and yours can expand, too. Give it a try.
And now I must go make myself feel productive. Put away the groceries that I bought today. Maybe straighten all my skeins of yarn. And scrub the commodes. What a joy. Later.

Crochet fever.

Oh man. I seem addicted to the crocheting. I am loving it. Here are some of the latest things I have finished...

I actually gave this one away this morning. My friend's son is having a baby girl any day now. 

Just finished froggie a few minutes ago. 

Turquoise with flower and aviator cap. 

Daughter asked that I work up some flowers to pin on barrettes for Super Carrot. I haven't found just the right one, yet. So I have to keep trying new patterns. 

Another rainy day. I thought I would make it into town today, but alas I have not even made it to the shower. There is always tomorrow. 

I enjoyed the first half of the BCS Championship game last night. Somebody pulled my plug right after half time. I was comatose on the couch until Mr. Macho said to wake up and go to bed. The game was over. The team I was cheering for won. Woot woot! 

Now I must get some clean sheets on the bed. I will make a shopping list, too. If the rain gets worse I might just curl up and read my book. Our YMCA has instituted a book exchange. It is such a great idea. The books are all very light reading, but I enjoy that, too. I try to challenge myself every couple of books to read something more deep. But I do like a fun girlie book and a good murder/thriller. I may not have told you but I have a few very favorite books. I will list them here:

1. The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch

2. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

3. The Color Purple by Alice Walker

4. (A new favorite) 1000 Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where  You Are by Ann Voskamp

And now I have to go and get some things accomplished for the day. Until the next time. Peace out.

Twas a good weekend complete with a surprise birthday party for one of my girlfriends. Saturday I painted and crocheted (even though the rain did not materialize). Mr. Macho and I enjoyed a sandwich at the gas station/deli. Oh, it is so good. They have the best sandwiches in town. Don't laugh. We see hobnobs in there every time we go.
Saturday night "we" enjoyed watching the Saints win their football game. ("We" because I fell asleep for most of the second half. It's probably why they won. I will try to remember to fall asleep during the second half for every ensuing game this season.)
Sunday afternoon we drove across the county to help surprise my girlfriend. She lives in the Prairie. That's what we call the land on the other side of the river. It is low, flat land. Anyway, she and her husband built a new house and it is ohsocomfortable for having parties. Another dear friend has recently moved back into the area and she is the 'party planner girl'. It wasn't a big significant birthday but birthday girl kept whining about wanting a surprise party...and so we gave her one. And she was so totally surprised that it made the entire afternoon fun. Party planner girl talked non-stop and told hilarious stories and birthday girl laughed the afternoon away. We ate yummy party food and cake and drank a little wine. And some of the girls drank something called an Irish bomb? But they only had one Guinness to split 4 ways, so nobody was too damaged.
My weekend was tempered with thoughts of a friend that is loosing her battle with cancer. She has fought the good fight for years. She is surrounded by loving family. I have awakened in the night thinking about her. She is a lovely person. A treasure.
Then there was the "come to Jesus" meeting that some of my siblings had with my parents yesterday. It went well. Bullet points were covered. Mom was happy. Dad was emotional. It is time. And this is where my thoughts get jumbled. I think of Mom and Dad celebrating their 69th wedding anniversary on March 7 this year. I think of my dying friend and her husband. We are supposed to grow old together. There is a thread of a lesson here and I can't quite grab hold of it. Mom and Dad have struggled so to maintain their independence. My dying friend has planned her own funeral. What am I supposed to learn? Why am I equating these two stories? It is simple irony?
Today. Is cloudy. Was a good exercise day. And may I just say that renewing my driver's license online was easy and wonderful. Yep...one month late, but now I do not have to go wait in line at the DMV! Can I get an amen? Thank you very much.
My goodness I forgot to mention the BCS National Championship game!! Yes, we will come home early from our dance lessons to watch The Game. I am going out on a limb here but - RTR!

Saturday.

It hasn't rained, much, today after all. In fact, the rain happened before I got out of bed. The rest of the day, so far, has been sunny with passing clouds. Some dark. Some white and fluffy. My plans to crochet and paint are still on, though. I haven't gotten to the crocheting, yet, but I did make a first attempt and the painting I mentioned yesterday. There are lots of mistakes. I have learned some things doing it. I want a do-over. Not today, but soon. Here is my first try...

The next one will be better. The original painting that I saw was on a much bigger canvas. I will have to shrink my letters and and angels, maybe. I am not totally unhappy with this outcome.

Another yarn.

Was feeling so much better today. Got to the YMCA and did my little ole workout. Good. Visited with some of my fellow morning work out jocks. Fun. Took the soup to the father-in-law. Check. Went to the store that shall remain nameless and what did I buy? Popcorn and MORE YARN! I had so much fun crocheting hats while I took sick days this week that I am going to do more of it. I am so getting into this. People are asking who will were these hats? As if I know. I just make 'em. No. Really. I will find someone to give them to.
Also spoke to many of my siblings today. Time to discuss the parents. They are both 91 years old. Yes, still alive. And still living at home. Some days it is frustrating because they try to be so independent. And some days I am totally struck by the lightening thought that I still talk to my parents everyday, they are still alive and they are both 91 years old. It amazes me. Anyway. Wrinkles in caregiver service are being ironed out. It is in their best interest. Peace of mind for everyone. I have many siblings, each with their own opinion. Many siblings = complicated decision making process. Stepping on toes and all that. Phone calls multiplied to make sure everyone is up to date.  It will all work out for the best for Mom and Dad.
And on to the weekend. Ahhh...blessed be Saturday morning! No alarm clock. It looks like the weekend might hold some rain chances, so I bought a canvas at the store today, too. Maybe I can get a little painting in this weekend, when I am not crocheting. If I do and I like it, I will post it. It is a project I have been wanting to paint for quite a while.
And now on to the couch, where some pink yarn awaits me. Ciao.

On the mend.

Another day of less activity and hopefully this virus thing is packing his bags and heading out of town. More crocheting and a tiny bit of exercise this morning. I hardly broke a sweat.
Tomorrow I will try to rejoin the real world. Tonight I have a pot of split pea soup simmering on the stove. Haven't had any of that good stuff for years. Smells good right now.
Mr. Macho is getting his exercise groove on - he worked late and missed it yesterday. Later we will watch the new episode of "Gray's Anatomy". I am pretty aggravated at how they stretch out the season...seems like 4 new episodes and then at least two months of hanging on...then finally, just when I was almost weened off of it -they reel me back in. I should just give it up. Boycott or something. Maybe next season.

Sick day.

Yes. Even us stay at home people need a sick day every now and then. I had planned to mop the floors today. However, we all know 'the best laid plans of mice and men....'. The early rise yesterday, plus the virus remnants really kicked my can. By sundown I felt wheezing in the chest region. Vick's vapor rub and humidifier through the night and I did not go to exercise this morning. I showered and put on some comfy clothes that included a wool vest that sister from Virginia sent years ago and house shoes (What my Granny used to wear. Only mine are Tom's. ) ... and decided to take it easy the entire day. I drank chicken bouillon and ate chicken noodle soup for lunch. This is what I think taking it easy looks like....
I finished sewing the baby bib I started yesterday and sewed the matching burp cloth. They match a baby blanket I made last weekend...see?

And another blanket from my sewing efforts of last weekend....

I also took out all my yarn and spread it all over the living room. Then I finished two hats that I started last month. 

And started and finished another. 

I also played with my colored sharpies. I drew some pictures in the style of Brian Andreas' story people. If you have not been introduced to his creativity yet, do yourself a favor and Google him. I loove his form of poetry and art. He is one of my favorites. 

I must get back to my regimen of fluid intake. This virus must leave my body. And soon. I am getting a little tired of this. 

And here we go...

We are back to earth. After the rocket trip through the holidays everyone I know and love went back to work today. Our alarm clock went off at 5:30 this morning. Ug.
The "New Year's workout resolution" crowd did not show up at the YMCA, yet. They will. And fizzle out about March. When baseball practice kicks in. The regulars commented on the absence of said resolvers this morning.
I had an appointment with my hair girl this morning. My coif is rather lovely. Today. Afterwards I collected the groceries. Came home and put on a big pot of vegetable/beef soup on. It simmered all afternoon. The temps dropped low last night and it stayed cold today. The soup was just the ticket. Now I have soup to share. Mr. Macho will take some to work in his thermos tomorrow. I will take some to the father-in-law. And still have soup.
Over the weekend I sewed two baby blankets. Today I started on a matching bib and burp cloth. I was interrupted by phone calls from both sons while in the process of sewing the bib on the machine. Stop and start. Stop and start. It's what I do. Stop and start.
Maybe tomorrow I will get the kitchen and bathroom floors mopped. I wrote it on my "to do" list yesterday. I scratched off three things on the list today. It makes my head feel good to scratch off the list.
The 5:30 wake up is catching up with me. Must get sleep. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...