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This has been a roller-coaster of a day.
On the one hand, I'm dreadfully sore from marking part of my Dogwood quilt top yesterday at work. (It was cold and cloudy so we weren't busy and I spent most of the day crawling around on the floor with a pencil. Who knew crawling was such hard work? No wonder babies cry a lot!)
On the other hand I scarfed an hour out of my day (between the grocery and the girl's dentist appointment) to run down to the quilt shop. And, sure enough, they had exactly the fabric I wanted for the light pieces in Storm at Sea.
The mail was full of bad news this afternoon... I got a message from my brother about Dad. It seems I was right, he was making too light of this. He's not able to cook for himself and he can't hold anything down anyway. Also a message from a dear friend about her mom's health problems... I'm so sorry about that since I remember her mom as a pretty, spunky woman.
However, the girls neither one have cavities and don't even really need anything else although the dentist is strongly suggesting I get Emily's teeth sealed. Maybe... but not just now. I can't afford it right now and it's preventative rather than corrective. If she takes care to brush, she shouldn't get any cavities anyway.
I've also realized that I not only don't mind any man I'm living with going out with the boys once in awhile... I want him to! I henna-ed my hair tonight (I still have 3 lbs of green mud in my hair!) and was thinking as I was doing it how nice it is that there is no likelihood of someone walking in on me while I look hideous. I used to have a terrible time getting Eric out of my hair for long enough to put henna in it. Once he told me he would be working late... so I jumped on the chance for an evening alone. About the time I got all mudded up, he came home. Not just on time but early and bringing a co-worker home for dinner.
No, I didn't kill him... sometimes I wonder how I managed not to!
On the one hand, I'm dreadfully sore from marking part of my Dogwood quilt top yesterday at work. (It was cold and cloudy so we weren't busy and I spent most of the day crawling around on the floor with a pencil. Who knew crawling was such hard work? No wonder babies cry a lot!)
On the other hand I scarfed an hour out of my day (between the grocery and the girl's dentist appointment) to run down to the quilt shop. And, sure enough, they had exactly the fabric I wanted for the light pieces in Storm at Sea.
The mail was full of bad news this afternoon... I got a message from my brother about Dad. It seems I was right, he was making too light of this. He's not able to cook for himself and he can't hold anything down anyway. Also a message from a dear friend about her mom's health problems... I'm so sorry about that since I remember her mom as a pretty, spunky woman.
However, the girls neither one have cavities and don't even really need anything else although the dentist is strongly suggesting I get Emily's teeth sealed. Maybe... but not just now. I can't afford it right now and it's preventative rather than corrective. If she takes care to brush, she shouldn't get any cavities anyway.
I've also realized that I not only don't mind any man I'm living with going out with the boys once in awhile... I want him to! I henna-ed my hair tonight (I still have 3 lbs of green mud in my hair!) and was thinking as I was doing it how nice it is that there is no likelihood of someone walking in on me while I look hideous. I used to have a terrible time getting Eric out of my hair for long enough to put henna in it. Once he told me he would be working late... so I jumped on the chance for an evening alone. About the time I got all mudded up, he came home. Not just on time but early and bringing a co-worker home for dinner.
No, I didn't kill him... sometimes I wonder how I managed not to!
