Looky Looky!!

It's Grandbebe Two!

Frazzled…

At the vet’s last night, we found nothing definitive about Phoebe. Well, except that she is a lackluster groomer, but that is nothing new, and she needs dental work. I feel like a mother whose child has gone to the doctor with dirty, matted hair, and bad teeth. On the positive, she was well-behaved. After blood work comes back tomorrow, maybe something there be more direction. On the positive side, there was nothing grossly wrong showing up in the examination, and she looks pretty healthy for a 14 year old. We will be out some bucks, no doubt, for the teeth, and she will be out some teeth for the money.

We enjoyed a meal with the daughters at an eatery that celebrates the birthdays of their patrons with much singing and clapping. This happened about three or four times around the place during the course of our meal. Each time, Grandbebe Girl joined in with clapping her little hands. Icing on our cake! I figured out the Ravelry progress bar today. I have some updating to do on my notebook there. I have some photos of WIPS and yarn and fiber to take and to upload and to label. I definitely need to get some more knitting on the cuff of the sock before tomorrow’s lesson, too.
And I must be prepped for Friday’s board meeting tonight, as there won’t be time tomorrow, after the hair appointment and eating out….again. Hopefully Saturday, Wonderful Guy and I will finish the kitchen. It’s another of those busy weeks of which I used to have so many. Now that my life is more in order, I fear my resistance to them is low and the busy-ness of it all wears me out so much faster. Either that, or I am just plain old.
I would rather more enjoy some sitting and knitting, or spinning.

(The last couple of pictures, my color is a little off. It is more the color of the first photos.)

More Change of Plans

Middle Daughter is scheduled for a routine, but immediate, outpatient procedure late this afternoon. Shouldn’t be any big deal, but I am always a bit concerned when one of the kids goes under general anesthesia. The healthcare system in our little part of the world is more than adequate, and Middle Daughter is part of that system, being an RN. I am trusting that this is a piece of the big plan some how.

Anyway, no pix, no pithy story, no deep philosophy from me today.

I am off to be Mom. Even when 28 years old, and a nurse, she needs her momma.