Rich is at the Martins securing provisions, and I am in my Happy Chair with my second cup of damn good, the Saturday paper, and the chickens for company.
Yesterday is a bit of a blur to be honest. I think I slept most of it, but when I was awake, we binge-watched The Marvelous Mrs. Maizel on the Amazon thingie.
It was wonderful.
(Rich and I have a running joke about me trying to be Donna Reed...with the pearls and pumps and pot roast, and this show was set in the late 1950's New York with a funny housewife who wore pearls and pumps, but who had more moxy and spunk than fifty Donna Reeds.)
(It's created and written by the same folks that brought us Gilmore Girls, so buckle up for lots and lots of snappy dialogue.)
So today I am resting and resting and then resting some more. Rich will watch all of the sports on the TeeVee and I will try to get a few good stitches in between naps and snoozes. I am still enjoying the Glendon Place piece, but confess that my woozy head is proving to be a big deterrent.
On the kidney front, my plans have changed a bit. Plan A was to hold out for a pre-emptive transplant from my sister. That is, unfortunately, no longer an option, so I will move on to Plan B...dialysis. I will still hope for a living donor to come forward, but in the meantime will follow the dialysis protocol and get on with it. The good news is that dialysis will make me feel much better and I am promised lits of time to read, stitch, blog, and contemplate.
Plan B also involves moving everything out of the house and saying good-bye to it once and for all. I had been also holding out hope that I could return to it, but alas, the time has come to say goodbye to it as well. I'll mourn it, I'm sure, and I know that there are going to be a lot of tearful meltdowns every time I go over there to pack up the last remnants and then eventually have an estate sale, but...onward.
Rich and I have talked a lot about what life looks like a year from now. The happy part of the conversation is that we both see us together and happy...we just don't have too many details as to how or where that will happen.
But I am, for once, very content with that thought. I might not know where I'll be, but I know wherever it is I will have a hand to hold.
There is another Stewey in our future...that much I know. For now, though, I dream about my Little and laugh at his antics, and cherish the pictures of him and the love and comfort he gave me. I think my next Baby Dear will be a girl...most definitely a little Jack Russell, and I think I'll name her Daisy. Stewey would have liked that, I think.
Wow...so much navel gazing for a Saturday morning! Wonder what's up with that?
So that's all the news from Lake SpinsterBeGone, my friends. I hope that you are enjoying a happy, healthy, peaceful weekend and that your very own navels are where they should be.