Good day, again
I'm liking these good days. People to talk to. Productive work that actually accomplishes something useful. Lots of arts people very, very happy indeed to have me back on the job. That last is enough to turn a gal's head.
Also good because we still have our Emmy dog. She's 15 years and 2 months old. Been falling down the staircase a lot, lately. We were worried that when we went to the vet, he'd recommend putting her down. But when we discussed her symptoms/mannerisms/activity level, he said she's good to go. We'll be giving her aspirin and glucosamine, daily, from now on, but the only thing wrong with her is that she's about 95 years old. So, watch her on the stairs and coddle her a bit, and she's OK. Dogs will not be attending camping events, however. Rosie could take it, but it would be cruel to Emmy, so they both get to spend Roses at doggie camp. Oh, and we'd better sign them up for NRWC, too. And Pennsic.
I have a random to-be-proud-of for y'all. My beloved stonetimber has not smoked in about six weeks. Nothing. No cigarettes, cigars, pipes, nothing. He won't toot his own horn, but as his wife, it is my honor and privilege to toot it for him. I know it's been a challenge and then some, but he's doing it. Well fought, my love.
Random score: The Yarn Harlot's new book. The paper gets random review copies of various books and CDs (the CDs are almost never anybody who's "made it," but some of them are good). Lo and behold, yesterday, there was a copy of "Things I Learned From Knitting." As I told the lovely Kris via Ravelry's messaging program, "Mineallmineminemine."
Looks like we're going to the Glenn Linn fight practice/gathering/whatsis this weekend. Maybe I can get my apron dress finished, sitting on the sidelines. Or my mitts. Or both. Optimistic? Probably. But I need to get those done, and also a fighting tunic for my beloved. By Roses.
Last night was a white night, so it's off to bed for me. Maybe I can actually fall asleep BEFORE 7 a.m. I functioned remarkably well today, considering, but I'd really prefer to sleep before I go meet with one of the aforementioned artsy people. Bonne nuit, LJ.
Also good because we still have our Emmy dog. She's 15 years and 2 months old. Been falling down the staircase a lot, lately. We were worried that when we went to the vet, he'd recommend putting her down. But when we discussed her symptoms/mannerisms/activity level, he said she's good to go. We'll be giving her aspirin and glucosamine, daily, from now on, but the only thing wrong with her is that she's about 95 years old. So, watch her on the stairs and coddle her a bit, and she's OK. Dogs will not be attending camping events, however. Rosie could take it, but it would be cruel to Emmy, so they both get to spend Roses at doggie camp. Oh, and we'd better sign them up for NRWC, too. And Pennsic.
I have a random to-be-proud-of for y'all. My beloved stonetimber has not smoked in about six weeks. Nothing. No cigarettes, cigars, pipes, nothing. He won't toot his own horn, but as his wife, it is my honor and privilege to toot it for him. I know it's been a challenge and then some, but he's doing it. Well fought, my love.
Random score: The Yarn Harlot's new book. The paper gets random review copies of various books and CDs (the CDs are almost never anybody who's "made it," but some of them are good). Lo and behold, yesterday, there was a copy of "Things I Learned From Knitting." As I told the lovely Kris via Ravelry's messaging program, "Mineallmineminemine."
Looks like we're going to the Glenn Linn fight practice/gathering/whatsis this weekend. Maybe I can get my apron dress finished, sitting on the sidelines. Or my mitts. Or both. Optimistic? Probably. But I need to get those done, and also a fighting tunic for my beloved. By Roses.
Last night was a white night, so it's off to bed for me. Maybe I can actually fall asleep BEFORE 7 a.m. I functioned remarkably well today, considering, but I'd really prefer to sleep before I go meet with one of the aforementioned artsy people. Bonne nuit, LJ.