My husband (year 15 with MS) had CT scans yesterday. They thought he had an aneurysm. We don't have the results yet, but everyone smiled politely and pointed us to the exit when they were done. I read that as NO ANEURYSM! They would have kept us there, if they thought he was about to blow. So, today we're home and back to normal. Whoohoo!
My mother wore many many hats. One hat was as an Interior Designer. She made drapes. Her mother made a living making drapes. When I was pregnant with my first child, I found myself unable to do construction work (I worked as a masoner) and needed a job. My mother and Grandmother let me take on a bit of their overflow which let them take on more jobs and gave me some money. I love and respect both women, but HATED making drapes. I didn't at all mind helping them while we talked, but making them myself? No thank you. NO THANK YOU! We bought another house a year and a half ago (no, we only live in one - the others are rented) and the drapes in this house are/were S.A.D. The dining room drapes were so thin you could see through them. Not by design, by wear and never being cleaned. The living room drapes were......old. The house was built in the 80's, but I would swear the drapes were made in the 70's. Pale blue drapes with white pom pom trim. And white drapes, underneath. Not shears. Drapes. The rest of the house has vinyl blinds. I don't mind blinds, but some color and cover is a good thing. A friend came down last weekend and we spent several days making drapes. Now, the dining room has newer, lined drapes and the den downstairs has the same. 48 pleats in the set, downstairs. My hands will never be the same. One more set to go, and then will just do curtains for the rest of the house. Whoohoo!
I received word last week that my neice had a preemie. Now, I'd heard Luke had arrived but had no clue he was that early. Boy did I feel about 2 inches tall. I had no clue. But, it looks like he's getting better and off the ventilator. Excellent! I had a preemie and know how hard it is. But she's a remarkable young woman and I can't think of a better person to handle that. I watch, from afar, as I live across the country and am a terrible aunt. Her dad keeps me posted, but was distracted this time. Mom is going to need a serious vacation, but I suspect she would be missing home after about 6 hours away.
I don't even know any good jokes. That's my husband's territory. Then maybe it's time to sit down and shut up (as my mother was prone to say).
I'm ready for some SNOW!
