You remember I talked about these lunar/menstrual what-have-you cycles?
Laird, but ain't it happening right now, I'm on warp speed.
First of all: I glue things. The cappuccino part of my coffee machine needed fixing, that flat plastic piece that sits under the wee espresso jug. It languished for months riven in two and unusable. Now patience, plastic gloves, a small tube of glue, and it's cappuccino time again. Next on the list was a very old spatula with a carved wooden handle. The spatula part had loosened itself off but I was very attached to the piece as it had a tiny rim around 3 sides to hold the egg tight once it came off the pan. And it was ornate. So bingo. Functioning again.
I tackled a long gorgeous scarf that Daughter brought me from New York. I wanted to make it into an infinity scarf so that I would wear more of it without ends dipping into the sweet and sour sauce. So I hand-stitched two long ends together and now it's stunning and I will wear it all the time. Like today.
And the afghan/sofa blanket for a loved one is racing along too.
Then news came of a puppay. Yes. Seriously. A pair of sisters. One for Daughter, one for me. This weekend. Brace yourselves. I'll become a woofy bore but I promise to put a time limit on it.
Ansa's having up and down days. I've put her on two low-dose aspirins a day now rather then the one. She has a bad limp, arthritis getting worse I think, she limped up the meadow last night as if on her last legs and then turned around and raced back down to the house. Grinning.
Not for the first time do I think: If only animals could talk.