It looks like I'm the first one up this morning, so I decided to start the Sunday thread...
My husband is uncharacteristically sleeping in a bit, which is a good thing, because according to the warnings on the medication he's now taking for his shingles, he's in for a "difficult and painful menstruation"! He's also faced with the possibility of "headache, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, stomach discomfort or pain [which he already has, of course], joint pain [has had that for years], depression [this whole thing is making him depressed, including this list of possible side effects], and liver problems". That's probably due to the stiff drinks he poured himself last night!
Today in Virginia feels as though it OUGHT to be Easter Sunday! All of the forsythia is in full bloom, the sun is shining, trees are pink, and the grass is Easter green. Love it!
Yesterday, my husband received a fat packet of material from The Academy library which had been in our possession for - well forever - but which is now residing in California. Our pal at the library cut us a deal: because my husband and I are apparently the only two people still living on the planet who can read Charlie B's handwriting (sounds like Viki's new love on OLTL!), they will photocopy the previously transcribed diaries at no charge, along with the original manuscripts, to have us compare them for accuracy. This, in turn, will save them a whole bunch of headaches and, in the meantime, my husband can use the transcripts for his research without the need to travel. It will also most likely cause Jim and me to go either blind or completely mad! Seriously. I should scan an original paragraph or two for you guys to try to decipher here...
We had a whole bunch of fun yesterday, going through this first batch. Jim read exerpts aloud to me while I made appropriate comments and sculpted doll faces! LOL... Today and tomorrow is my final push to get these darned dolls finished in time to hang the exhibit in Tuesday, and I confess that I've really been dragging my feet on getting this done! I'm going to pay for this laziness today and tomorrow...
I hope that your Sunday is as gorgeous wherever you may be today as it is down here!
(Another day I'm apparently not going to be able to type properly. Maybe after my coffee does its thing...)
-- Edited by Moore ideas at 09:45, 2008-03-30
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Good Sunday morning! Nice to know that spring is happening somewhere on the planet. We have a balmy 4 degrees today, partial sunshine and some melting taking place. It doesn't feel like springtime, but I'll take what we've been dealt (as if there's a choice). Before long, I'll be moaning about the heat.
Nick will be home in 13 days. No contractor in sight. The toilet and basin, in their crates, are blocking the downstairs fridge. Mike has taken over both Nick's room and the family room sofa bed, meaning that Ted is watching his VILE Sunday morning TV shows right here beside me. Ack.
Moore, please do scan some of the transcripts for us here. I'd love to see what has you so amused.
P.S. Moore, can you take some pictures of the doll show for us? Love to see that too!
I will definitely take some pictures of the exhibit!
Frankly, and I don't know if I already posted this or not, but our exhibit is going to be a little more sparse this year, than in past years. Several of our primary dollmakers have sustained freak injuries, beginning last May, and so I had actually thought about cancelling our participation this year. We're dropping like flies! One woman was in an automobile accident, and severely injured her right hand, and this woman sculpts her dolls out of clay, so this was a problem! She had to have surgery, and still isn't totally back up to par. Another lady slipped on icy grass just before Christmas, and broke her upper right arm. One of our longtime members tripped over some exercise equipment (how ironic is that?), and literally shattered the bones in her right hand, when she went to catch herself. She's been in excruciating pain, has been through surgery, and has pins in her bones. ALL three of these nice ladies with their right hands/arms out of commission! One of our newer and younger members had to have carpal tunnel surgery at the end of December, and isn't back up to speed. Another member has been battling the flu, and two members have jobs that quite rudely began to interfere their creative endeavors! So, we're fairly pathetic this year.
Fortunately, the woman who coordinates the show (this one, and the one that we do at Strathmore Hall every Christmas) got that sense from me, so she is combining our show with that of a group of quilters. I think that it was a brilliant idea, on her part, because the main room is quite large, and we never hang our dolls very high on the walls because their features would just disappear. This way, the quilters can put their larger quilts up high, and we can surround them with our dolls! I think that it will be a nice blend of fiber art...
I'll tell my husband to scan some stuff for us a little later today. He has to scan our daughter's new pictures anyway, and although I could do it myself, I don't want to disrupt everything that he has scattered around his basement office!
I know how excited you must be over Nick's return!!!
-- Edited by Moore ideas at 10:30, 2008-03-30
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"It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities"
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Yes, Moore, I did remember that your doll club members have had a rough winter with various health issues. Weird, isn't it, how lightening does strike in the same place more than once!
I'm apprehensive about Nick's return, to be honest. I want him home, obviously, but I know he'll have changed. It's like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I expect a certain amount of existential angst while he wraps his head around going back to school. I just hope he doesn't take off again. He's talked about following the snow around the globe to catch up on snowboarding and skiing. I shouldn't be borrowing that worry!
Last week he and Laura drove into the outback. I worried about that and he was fine. He was scuba diving with sharks at night. Worried there too. Never mind the sky diving, the bungy jumping, the pub crawls.... . If he makes it home in one piece, I should just shut up and be grateful.
By the way, when Mike had shingles a couple of years ago, he only took pain killers, Tylenol, extra strength. He wouldn't take the other meds the doctor prescribed because of all the side effects you mentioned. He was back in good form in 2 weeks. Mind you, he's a bit younger than your husband, I assume. (An old high school friend married an Estonian "boy" who was younger than her eldest daughter. It didn't last more than a couple of years, but it taught me not to make age assumptions, lol.)
KaeEll, as mothers there is no way that we CAN'T worry about our kids, grown or not!
Yes, my husband is far older than Mike, and that's probably why he doesn't mind taking this other medication: he already feels those things in his body anyway (except for the bad monthly cycles, although he remembers mine well enough!), so it's barely noticable! LOL...
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"It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities"
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Today was okay until a few minutes ago when I accidentally dropped my camera into Vinnie's cup of coffee...The morning started out well, had a nice time at church and then went to Mystic where they were holding some kind of Irish parade. We didn't get to see the parade but did manage to see the budweiser clydesdales. They are beautiful horses.
Anyways, I am off to a birthday party for a friend of Jolene's. Without my camera. Will post pics of the horses later
Kae, I know you're excited about him coming home, but I can understand the apprehension.
I would love to see pics of the dollshow too!
It's very cold here, and I think the snow is on the way. There was a freak mini-blizzard the other day, and I've been warned we haven't seen the last of the stupid white stuff. It's very bleak outside. I'm trying to keep warm with coffee while watching the race inside.
Hey, jojo! My husband seems to be doing fairly well right now. He still has some of the symptoms, but now that he knows what's going on, they don't seem to disturb him quite so much, and he's taking his medication regularly.
I'm taking a brief break from stuffing doll heads; there's only so much that I can take at one sitting! LOL... I thought that I had chosen a quick project, but it's had its own challenges. I should know better than to jump in with a pattern I hadn't used before. It's like giving a major dinner party and using brand new recipes that could turn out to be failures.
Frankly, I'm looking forward to seeing all of the great quilts at the show!
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"It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities"
(Dumbledore to Harry Potter)
Eeek. I hate when that happens! I hate starting a new project, thinking it's going to be a breeze, and fun, and then it turns out completely the opposite.
