Starting to feel like myself again after nearly 9 months of medical drama. It’s not over yet, but it’s definitely, infinitely better.
Ignoring this blog for the better part of two weeks.
Reconnecting with a long-lost, and much beloved, aunt and cousin after decades of being out of touch.
Eating homemade jam and salsa and spaghetti sauce just retrieved from my aunt’s root cellar. Nice to know that somebody still does these things. Homemade, and home-canned food is awesome.
Realizing that that there’s a reason they call this part of California the “Trinity Alps”
Marveling that for three days, my child can be amused doing nothing but feeding the chickens, making trips to the root cellar and playing with a litter of seven, 6-week-old German Shepherd puppies.
Throwing caution to the wind once we realize she’s completely fallen in love with the runt of this puppy litter.
Making arrangements to come pick him up in June, when my radiation is over and he’s a bit older. Even our 12-year-old Australian shepherd seems to get along with the puppy.
Being unashamed to admit to the world that our family are hopeless Star Trek junkies.
Spending the rest of husband Pete’s vacation time puttering around the house, doing some things that have needed to be done ever since we moved in five months ago.
Hiding eggs for the hunt after the Grace Cathedral Family Vigil, which mercifully, takes place Saturday evening. When a kid has just had chocolate eggs and jelly beans for breakfast, it’s murder to keep said kid from bouncing out of the pew on Easter Sunday.
Driving to Easter lunch at yet another aunt’s house, and enjoying an egg hunt, ham buffet and homemade ice cream Easter eggs. Dogs almost outnumber people at this gathering. We are an animal-besotted lot, I’m afraid.
Returning home Easter evening to realize that the cat has been sprayed in the face by a skunk.
Realizing that tomato juice does not remove skunk scent, but a solution of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and soap does.
Bathing cat TWICE. Comforting cat as he gets over this undignified experience.
Enjoying watermelon at a school picnic.
Getting up at 2:30 a.m. Sunday morning to get daughter Erin to the airport. She and her class are in Colorado now, studying Pueblo, Navajo and Anasazi culture and archaeology.
Wishing I could go to school again. Not really, but kind of. If it was Erin’s school, I might be tempted to time travel and endure adolescence again…