My pal Beentsy’s recent post reminded me about Dory’s mantra: “Keep on swimming. Keep on swimming.” I think I need to take that one to heart. I’m sick with this stupid bronchitis, my diaphragm muscles are sore from coughing, I’m leaving peeling flakes of myself everywhere and, worst of all, my hands are such a mess that I need my Minnie Mouse gloves on permanently to protect them. That means that knitting, spinning or sewing is pretty much off the menu right now. I’m swimming with what feels like gallons of moisturiser to keep my feet and hands from splitting further than they have already. And the tide just keeps coming in. I’m so miserable that I’ll I can do is keep on swimming and believe that there’s an island of comfort and hope out here somewhere.
With all the crap I’ve been going through, I missed the party for my new baby great-nephew last evening. Just as well since I never quite finished the little sockies for him. They just need the toes grafted, the ends sewn in and blocking and they’re done. Guess I’ll have to send them by post. Sigh.
And Stargazer’s sweater is still without the seams sewn, buttons found and applied and a final blocking. Not happening. I have one month to do all that and also make something for Princess Pink, who’s 6th birthday is in 2 weeks. Maybe. I’m not giving up the notion that I can accomplish these magical feats. Yet.
Meanwhile there’s gardening and harvesting that isn’t getting done. T-Man is doing what he can but I’m not much help really. Watering he can just about keep up with but transplanting teensy seedlings is not in his skill set unfortunately. However he has been doing a yeoman job of keeping us fed when I’m not up to it. And he insists it was the old kitchen fairy who did the dishes yesterday.
I feel somewhat sorry in advance for my poor darling GP who is going to get an earful when I go for my physical on Friday. I have a list. I’m betting he’ll try to distract me by discussing my darling daughter’s pregnancy since he’ll be seeing her the day before me. Speaking of whom, she can now feel Alien Baby Girl kicking her mommy’s insides and doing acrobatics. So exciting!
Have I shared the last ultrasound pic with you?
Look, ma, no tentacles, horns, fins or antennae! At least that she’s allowing us to see. Mwaahh-ha-haaa! I do know she’s a lot bigger than this now. It was taken a couple of weeks ago. It’ll be late November before we get to see her for real.