Monthly Archives: May 2009

Work Weekend

We spent Memorial Day weekend with my husband’s mistress.

The house is a never-ending project. Today Niall painted the front door and replaced a dozen window panes.

I spent most of my time chasing Quinn around and not cooking.

We ate Pork Supper at the Rupert Firehouse on Saturday night and Sunday night my in-laws came to us and we grilled.

There were modified water-activities designed to cool and entertain without Mama’s cast getting wet.

The entire state of Vermont smelled from lilacs (except when the wind shifted and brought with it the smell of the dairy farm up the way).

Thank you all for your well wishes about my hand. Aside from being inconvenienced and a little uncomfortable, I’m getting by. Typing however, is close to impossible, so don’t look for any wordy posts or email messages from me until the thing is off next week.

Is anyone else counting down days until school lets out for summer?


(You didn’t think I was going to use that polyester hospital sling, did you?)

Thank you for all of your good wishes and book recommendations. The surgery went fine and the cheerful doctor says he fixed me.

Now if I can just make it through the next two weeks wearing ponytails and baggy shirts. Not doing dishes or laundry (hush, Niall). Ordering in and driving one-handed. Changing diapers with my feet (kidding) and typing with six fingers…


Study in Orange Mini-Quilt.

You know that feeling you get before a trip? The one where you have to finish everything because you can’t stand the thought of coming home to a mess of housekeeping and unfinished projects? I’m not going anywhere but I’m finally having that surgery on my hand. I’m feeling pressure about how hard it might be to take care of things (changing the diaper of a thirty-three-pound-squirmy-human for example) with the use of only one hand for a few weeks. More than that though, I’m feeling stress about not being able to create for a while. I can’t remember the last time I went weeks without making something. Anything. I feel like a condemned prisoner and I’ve been sewing and cleaning like mad.

An opportunity? To just be. Perhaps. To read? Maybe. (Any must-read-book suggestions?) To play more games with my kids and nap during nap-time? Yes. Movies? Probably not. Catching up on blog-reading and writing? Most definitely!