Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers, pseudo-mothers, aunties, stepmothers (evil and not), grandmas--in short, to all the permutations and varieties of Mother out there. Hope your day's a good one filled with hugs and kisses and pampering.
DS stopped over to shop through our dive locker for some weights and hangers yesterday when he was finished with his student, and while we stood in the kitchen talking I glanced at the apple tree and there was an oriole. I carefully grabbed Durwood's camera (it lives on the table) and took a couple snaps. Then later on I saw another one or the same one again, only this time on the oriole feeder. (That reminds me, I need to go to Toys R Us today for a metal slinky to attach to the pole of that feeder to deter marauding squirrels.) I suspect that we won't see a hummingbird until the honeysuckle blooms and that'll be at least a week because the honeysuckle just barely has leaves right now. (btw, it's Sunday, May 12 and the temp is barely 40 degrees. can someone please toots up the thermostat a few degrees?)
May 12--Claude Monet, Water Lilies. Where are my damned glasses? Freddie patted herself top to bottom, felt each pocket and the V of her shirt, anywhere she might have stashed or hung them. She didn't find them. The world was a colorful blur. She couldn't read, couldn't sew, couldn't knit, couldn't even watch TV. Thank god for audiobooks. At least she could plug an earbud into her ear and listen to someone tell a story. She sure couldn't drive without her glasses so she was stuck. Maybe when Max got home he'd find her glasses. No, Max was dead. Max wasn't coming home. Who would find her glasses?
Today I'll be whipping up a batch of chicken soup for work lunches next week and the week after The Clearing so I don't have to come home and think about cooking, then I'll be casting on a baby cardi for G&KZ's bean. Knitting tiny things is so fun--and fast, and I'm all about the fun and the fast. Have a great day all you Moms (and non-Moms) out there.