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We went to the Farmer's Market today and got an organic whole dead chicken. Mmm... real chicken. Plus a thing of chicken livers, fresh good pastry, goat cheese, and another white balloon plant. I ran into Anne and Chuck who wanted to meet Avie. It was good to have a chance to sit and talk with them. Amanda went to the bank and brought mum and I back coffee. It was nice getting out and just being able to sit in the sun and not feel rushed. Well, not feel rushed for five minutes or so until mum decided it was time to leave.
Julian's, Karen's son, birthday is on the 30th, the same as mine. I'm trying to think of things to do for him that don't involve massive amounts of planning, executing, or money. Maybe I'll make him some ascots. She dresses him like a little old man anyway. It's very cute.
I started knitting Avie's blanket. Circular needles are a bitch. There's four more rolls of film that I need to pick up. Plus the batteries for my new camera came today. A camper donated his old SLR to me which was kind of nice. Now I have two old manuals to play with.
I'm exhausted. I wanted to go to the Common Ground Fair this weekend and am still going to try to go, it's just that with everything going on my mother doesn't think it's a good idea and I reluctantly agree with her. She thinks all that I need to be doing is resting which is very impossible with an almost eleven month old who has just learned to walk. She's doing eight or ten steps at a time now, crossing the room. Yes, I'm rambling. I think I'm going to call the ENT on Monday and ask for another appointment to really get his opinion on the sinus matter and perhaps get a reference to a neurologist or an appointment for a brain scan.
My husband has decided that rather than getting a LJ account, he's just going to read over my shoulder as I type. So, hi dear. Now he's pissed at me for typing that, but what else is new. Who's stressed? Definitely not fucking me.
Julian's, Karen's son, birthday is on the 30th, the same as mine. I'm trying to think of things to do for him that don't involve massive amounts of planning, executing, or money. Maybe I'll make him some ascots. She dresses him like a little old man anyway. It's very cute.
I started knitting Avie's blanket. Circular needles are a bitch. There's four more rolls of film that I need to pick up. Plus the batteries for my new camera came today. A camper donated his old SLR to me which was kind of nice. Now I have two old manuals to play with.
I'm exhausted. I wanted to go to the Common Ground Fair this weekend and am still going to try to go, it's just that with everything going on my mother doesn't think it's a good idea and I reluctantly agree with her. She thinks all that I need to be doing is resting which is very impossible with an almost eleven month old who has just learned to walk. She's doing eight or ten steps at a time now, crossing the room. Yes, I'm rambling. I think I'm going to call the ENT on Monday and ask for another appointment to really get his opinion on the sinus matter and perhaps get a reference to a neurologist or an appointment for a brain scan.
My husband has decided that rather than getting a LJ account, he's just going to read over my shoulder as I type. So, hi dear. Now he's pissed at me for typing that, but what else is new. Who's stressed? Definitely not fucking me.