The coyotes have been very vocal lately. We hear them well into the night. The other day, I think I caught sight of a couple flurries. I feel everything starting to make the shift from early fall to the later, deeper fall of near winter.
It’s been a long weekend. My mouth is healing well. I have, in my opinion, the absolute best dentists in the world. I mean really, I went through “the procedure” with a hot wrap around my neck, while listening to Mozart. Can’t really complain. If it had to be done, and it did, then at least it was under the best care available. I opted to only have one side done, so I still have one more extraction to look forward to in the future.
Steve and B the Builder had their own pain to work through this weekend. One sporting an injured arm and the other a neck injury. And work they did. Things are coming along, though we have reached the point were progress seems to come very slowly. Everyone was pushing hard this weekend. They needed to work nearly every minute of daylight in order to get ready for roofing next weekend and it’s still going to be a stretch. Which of course means no relief from child or home care duties for me. And no time at all to relax for them. Steve has taken to speaking wistfully of December, when, he says, things will surely calm down.
My parents made their quick visit. A one day round-trip excursion, despite the fact that they live several states away. It was so good to see them even though I was feeling rather weary at the time. They brought me a quaint old rocking chair that they picked up at a flea market. Also, a little rotisserie oven and a toaster oven, both used and both an attempt at vamping up my little temporary kitchen, which currently consists of a crockpot and an old hot plate. Then there was the shoe-box full of bitty tea cups and saucers and several little gifts for the boys.
My Mother-in-Law sent 4 huge boxes of ‘stuff’ with them. Some of it’s dishes, I know. That woman, and her regular garage sale finds, are really the only thing that keeps this family in dishes. I don’t know what we’d do without her. There will surely also be some decorating magazines for me (thank you Marie! Perhaps there will come a day this week that will find me with a stack of them near my new rocker. A girl can dream, right?). And whatever else might be in there, well you never can tell with her. I’ll probably sort through one box before bed tonight and the rest will be left until morning.
