It was way too quiet this weekend. Okay, be honest Hattigrace. . . Uh, I did get a lot done. First, I rested, slept, rested and slept. I did not eat any sugar or drink any wine. I felt like I was coming up out of quicksand. My chest had been feeling very tight. Not pain, just pressure. Arms, uh, the left one, going numb at night when I was not laying on it. Hmmmmm.
Dang it, my body is way sensitive. I knitted this really cool short cape. Giant needles, so it went fast. Felt good to knit again.
TT was in O with Dot and Hub. Seeing TT's elder Dot. And his grand dots! A very happy time for them. And for me, cause I would die if I couldn't see my Dot, and it had been a long time for TT. But the quiet of the house even got to Isabella. She kept getting up in his chair, waiting at the top of the stairs for him, looking at me as if to say, "What did you do with him?"
He had a wonderful time. His younger grand dot gave him this little pony. Of course, Isabella couldn't stand it that TT didn't give it to her to play with. We heard all sorts of whining and carrying on!
His elder grand dot gave him this singing coffee cup! I LOVE it! Like Father Mercy told me, "Hattigrace, sometimes we have to compromise our expectations so we can get happy with our realities." Words that have changed my life. Oh, that's right, the cup is TT's!!! Well, I hope he plays the song for me a lot!
See the two remotes? That was one of his bigger Christmas gifts. I got him DVR. I had it set up while he was gone. Complete with red bows! When he saw it, he asked with great excitement, "Did you get a new TV?!!!!" That kind of stung. . . wish I could have. As it is, the presents under the tree look like we have twelve children. It is going to be a very good Christmas, but I am not Donald Trump!! He felt bad he had said anything, I felt bad I can't do more. But I think he is real happy about the DVR. He will be able to have his own instant replay on football games and we can watch American Idol with no commercials!!
So, he's back home, snoring in his chair while Isabella is lurking about trying to swipe his pony. Don worry, be 'appy!
