family
she won’t brag, so I will
Here’s a wet-haired Anna with the scarf she knitted – all on her own – for Papa (my Dad) for Christmas. She made one for Jam (my Mom) too, out of a beautiful hand-painted alpaca blend, but it got away before I could snap a picture. There were a lot of handmade things exchanged here during my one month Journey into the Heart of Darkness (the, um, cold) so maybe we should have a photo session this afternoon.
The good news for Anna is that both Papa and Jam loved their scarves. So much, in fact, that Papa has requested a matching toque. Hmpf. He’s never requested a knitted anything from me.
Sniffle.
still recovering
A month into it, I think I can finally say with some confidence that I’ve turned the corner and this cold is not going to kill me. It’s been a doozy, that’s for sure. Strep throat, sinusitis, cold sores, double ear infection, and, gulp, a subconjuctival hemorrhage, which is bleeding on the surface of the eye. Don’t Google image search it – trust me.
Sadly, Christmas was a subdued affair, what with me hacking and sniffling and leaking brains everywhere, and both my birthday and New Year’s were complete washouts. Bummer. The good news, as my coworkers pointed out, is that I must now have antibodies to absolutely everything going around. So bring it on, germy patrons. Cough on that card and then hand it to me. Sneeze in my face as I hand you your books. Wipe your nose with your hand and then ask to use my phone. No problem.
I demand you ooh and aah
Like a proud new mother, my main focus these days is taking pictures of the chickens.
Seriously, I have a million of these.
They’re just so photogenic.
Right? Right?
Maybe that’s just another new mother thing – thinking my babies are the cutest ever?
No, they are.
