Mom is doing well and will have her hip replacement surgery tomorrow. She’s being very brave and positive–just wants to get it done and start recovering so she can get around again. At 81, she likes to go, go, go–get the newspaper, get the mail, hop on the bus to various stores around her retirement center.
I managed to write a whole chapter yesterday–yeehaw–and I’m going for another one today. Tomorrow, of course, I will be at the hospital with Mom. Maybe I’ll take this laptop along–if you see a woman badly in need of a haircut keyboarding away in the waiting room, that might just be me. Fortunately, I have a salon appointment Thursday afternoon–my hair has absolutely reached the Federal Disaster stage. No funds forthcoming, however.
A whole box of brand new rubber stamps arrived yesterday from Stampdiva, one of my favorite sites, and I’m eager to try them out, either on ATCs or in my new art journal. (More on that later.) The writing always seems to go better if I can mess with paint and glue and scissors on breaks.
Still listening to “Must You Go?” Very good. I so enjoy memoirs, good ones, anyway.
Well, the critters are fed and the coffee is brewed and now it’s time to water the container garden out on the deck.
That’s today’s news from my kitchen table.