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Grandma is spending her 85th birthday in the hospital today, waiting to hear if she'll have to have surgery. And all I can do from here is call and tell her stories about the kids' latest antics, to make her laugh a little. At least, there are plenty of antics to tell.
There is some debate at present as to whether or not Grandma will go back to the apartment when she gets out of the hospital, or to the nursing home. Grandma is firmly not talking about it, but her doctor has brought it up to her and Mom. His point is that she just can't take care of herself, and it's affecting her health. Not that the family hasn't tried to tell her that, but it's different, coming from her doctor. Of course, a couple days ago, Grandma told me on the phone that she wished she still had her car, so she could take herself home and be done. I will note for the audience that she's been legally blind for 3-4 years, so this is a really bad idea. But she's clinging to what little independence she's got left with tooth and nail.
In other news....
The Bug learned, today, how to climb out of his crib. With. The. Sides. Up. Arrrrrggggggrh. So frustrating. Naptime has become an hour-long wrestling match to keep him in bed long enough to get him to slow down and actually sleep.
The bitter cold winds this weekend illustrated how much good the new insulation is doing--the house was just as warm as it was at this time last year, but the furnace is set 10 degrees cooler. Woo-hoo! And By got the openings around the re-sized windows insulated from the inside this weekend, and sealant around those windows, which cut out the last of the drafts.
Our neighbor across the street showed up on our porch yesterday morning, to tell us there was a dead dog in our driveway. He'd found it, and moved it, so our kids wouldn't see it and freak out. He also got the owner's info from the collar and called her. Turns out, much to our disappointment, that it wasn't one of Mr UpHill's badly-managed pit bulls, but a largish dog belonging to someone new on the road. Who's been here a week, and who said that her dog "never" got out. Yup. Never.
The Sock Report: Sekrit Socks v2 got ripped out, because I just didn't like the pattern. Now part-way through the heel of Sekrit Socks v3, which have a simple alternating ribs texture that's easy and quick to knit. I have also resumed working on the bulky slipper socks for my nephews, which got put down because I was tired of working with the big needles.
Non-Sock Crafting: Project ADHD got the better of me this weekend, and I started a scrap afghan as a bedspread for The Miss, because all of her favorite blankets are getting too short for her. I'm hoping this project will empty at least one box of yarn.
There is some debate at present as to whether or not Grandma will go back to the apartment when she gets out of the hospital, or to the nursing home. Grandma is firmly not talking about it, but her doctor has brought it up to her and Mom. His point is that she just can't take care of herself, and it's affecting her health. Not that the family hasn't tried to tell her that, but it's different, coming from her doctor. Of course, a couple days ago, Grandma told me on the phone that she wished she still had her car, so she could take herself home and be done. I will note for the audience that she's been legally blind for 3-4 years, so this is a really bad idea. But she's clinging to what little independence she's got left with tooth and nail.
In other news....
The Bug learned, today, how to climb out of his crib. With. The. Sides. Up. Arrrrrggggggrh. So frustrating. Naptime has become an hour-long wrestling match to keep him in bed long enough to get him to slow down and actually sleep.
The bitter cold winds this weekend illustrated how much good the new insulation is doing--the house was just as warm as it was at this time last year, but the furnace is set 10 degrees cooler. Woo-hoo! And By got the openings around the re-sized windows insulated from the inside this weekend, and sealant around those windows, which cut out the last of the drafts.
Our neighbor across the street showed up on our porch yesterday morning, to tell us there was a dead dog in our driveway. He'd found it, and moved it, so our kids wouldn't see it and freak out. He also got the owner's info from the collar and called her. Turns out, much to our disappointment, that it wasn't one of Mr UpHill's badly-managed pit bulls, but a largish dog belonging to someone new on the road. Who's been here a week, and who said that her dog "never" got out. Yup. Never.
The Sock Report: Sekrit Socks v2 got ripped out, because I just didn't like the pattern. Now part-way through the heel of Sekrit Socks v3, which have a simple alternating ribs texture that's easy and quick to knit. I have also resumed working on the bulky slipper socks for my nephews, which got put down because I was tired of working with the big needles.
Non-Sock Crafting: Project ADHD got the better of me this weekend, and I started a scrap afghan as a bedspread for The Miss, because all of her favorite blankets are getting too short for her. I'm hoping this project will empty at least one box of yarn.
