Happy Friday, Dearies! We're off like a herd of very slow and dim-witted turtles this morning. No matter how much damn good I slurp, I just can't seem to lift the fog.
(Wait...isn't there a tea called Fog Lifter?)
(Maybe I should go on the Amazons and see about ordering a case or two.)
Rich made it home safe and sound and we ate sandwiches and watched the Temple/Navy game before I hit the hay with Flosstube. That has become my nightly ritual...all tucked in with Vonna and Danielle and Emily and Phillip and Garret...goodness! It gets cozy and crowded, but I flip from video to video and visit and watch and learn and laugh and just love every minute of it.
Today's plan is to sit at the table and get the mountain of budgets, bills, and paperworks completed. I've procrastinated it long enough and need to just bite the bullet, pull my socks up, and get...it...done. Then, as a treat for being a real live grown adult, we are going to meet my friends Barney and Norma for Mexican food and dancing.
(I will definitely have the Mexican food, but the dancing? Not so much.)
(In my next life post kidney, however, I intend to dance my toes off at least once a week.)
Tomorrow's agenda will consist of labwork in the morning and then a final prep for the Sunday craft fair. My reward for doing so will be dinner with my dear friends Lou and Marissa who are in town for the game. We went to college together and I was honored to be part of their wedding party, and dear Lou is my literary idol. He wrote letters to my mom when she was sick and he writes a blog all about their adventures traveling and living, and I devour every word. They are just gorgeous people, and I can't believe my luck in calling them my friends.
Sunday I will go to the Jewish Federation again and man my little table. I have some beaded bracelets from forever ago and a few other things, but mostly I am just looking forward to the company of like-minded peoples who enjoy making and creating and futzing and playing with all things crafty.
Rich (or Nurse Ratchett) is watching me carefully and insists that I rest and nap whenever I can. I am still being very careful not to overdo and have finally learned how to say "I'm sorry, but I need to go close my eyes for a moment" whenever the need arises. I'm also taking all of my meds, drinking lots of water, and eating well and carefully...so never fear, Dearies. I am still hanging in there.
(I feel like death on a stick, mind you, but I'm still hanging in there.)
The big fat elephant in the room is that we're coming up to the 30-year anniversary of my mom's passing and the 1-year anniversary of Stewey's. Needless to say, I am missing both very very fiercely, but am determined to remember happy things and not spiral back down to the bottom of the well where the big black dog lives. I know it's OK to be sad and to miss them, but I can't let myself be...paralyzed.
I really do need to learn how to filter a bit and not ramble my tiny little brains out on this here blog. I suspect that you come here for the stitching and other silly shenanagins...not a therapy session.
So to that end, here are a few pics of what's in the stitchy basket:
I have promised myself to get back to it...eventually. I am actually feeling a hankering for...Christmas stitching! so maybe a trip through the cube room studio will take place soon.
Long winded today, I'm afraid. Hope you wore your seatbelt and enjoyed the ride. The weekend is upon us, dear friends! Let's do something fun and then come tell each other all about it!