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Mom’s doing better
My mom went into the hospital last Tuesday with a painful case of pancreatitis. She’d been having terrible attacks of stomach pain for a while but she didn’t know what they were. Finally they were so horrible (bouts of vomiting, etc.) she had to go to the ER. This turned out to be a good thing because she was diagnosed with pancreatitis and put on an IV. Two days later she was feeling a lot better. They think the pancreatitis is caused by her gallstones so she’s sticking around the hospital even though she’s better to see if they will operate on her and take her gallbladder out.
Of course life doesn’t stop while you’re in the hospital. In fact, if you’re in my family, it just gets crazier. My mom is still in the process of moving out of her old house and into her new studio apartment. So her stuff is everywhere but where it goes, of course. That seems to be the only constant around here. Then my brother’s family has moved into her tiny apartment temporarily because the water and gas have been turned off at their house. Why? Because the last job my brother had never paid him. Of course! He’s been waiting three weeks for a paycheck. This is totally normal in my family.
Everyone is plugging away doing the best they can, as usual. Including my mom who asked CC to bring in her rotary cutter and her fabric so she could work on an order of flags she needed to get done for her Etsy Shop. I’m sure the nurses think she’s nuts but it makes me smile.
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tic tic tic
I’m reading this book because it was displayed prominently at the library. I’m a sucker for a good cover design and I’d heard about it so I figured I’d see what all the fuss was about. Well, now it has me questioning everything I buy at the grocery store and forget about eating out ever again (not that we do that much anyway since Toby has such an aversion to restaurants). I can’t even buy bread anymore without thinking about guar gum and monoglycerides. It’s got me all in a tizzy. Anybody have a good wheat bread recipe?
You can’t really tell in this picture but every morning when I make my delicious French Press coffee I have to stare at myself reflecting in the lid with a bulging double chin. I hate it! In my mind I look just fine and then I look down and say, Ack! Who is that middle-aged person looking back at me?!! Of course I know that I am a three-dimensional person who is more than just the sum of her pudgy parts. But still it does sort of put a small teeny-tiny damper on an otherwise very pleasant part of my morning.
The pinkness is killing me. I don’t know if you’ve heard but Bug is obsessed with pink now. The world is color-coded for her and if you remember how much she loved green then you will realize how consuming this new love of pink is. Hot pink to be specific but sometimes she’ll settle for other shades. Everything must be pink. There were tears involved on the day that you see her wearing jeans and a light pink shirt. Thankfully, she rectified the desperate situation with some pink sunglasses or else I don’t think I’d ever have gotten her to leave the house. She seriously wears pink puffy skirts (not tutus—they’re too scratchy) and a hard pink plastic crown EVERYDAY. It’s been going on for a month now.
I wanted to have a snow birthday party for her this year with a tram ride to the top of a mountain in Palm Springs but I am having doubts that I can pull that off with a hot pink color palette. Hot pink snow boots maybe? Good thing it’s a long way off.
