That was fun. It was a sick tree anyway, but the winds from Irene and a thunderstorm a few days later put the final nail in its coffin. It fell at about 11 A.M., while Rosina was napping. It sounded like somebody had just dragged something heavy up to the front door, so I opened it--hello, tree! Thankfully it fell right in the four-foot space between my car (which was slightly scratched) and the side of the house. Also thankfully, while it was about a foot in diameter, it was easily one of our smaller trees... Unfortunately it took several days to have a tree service come out, since there were so many downed trees due to the storms, and it was blocking our front path. Not much to complain about, truly, considering all the devastation in the past two weeks...
Other items of note:
This article about one woman's experience with her preemie is pretty powerful. It obviously doesn't mirror our experience, but some of the details are close enough. The "distancing" thing is common enough with preemie parents that it was mentioned in a bunch of the things they gave us in the NICU. I'm really glad it didn't happen to us. This was a brave article to write--I think people need to be more aware that it's a relatively common reaction.
Recipe for chai-flavored simple syrup: YUM.
Another recipe, from one of the knitting ladies: I think these will kill you dead...
I really want to do one of these! But paying money for a venue...ugh.
It's Red Scarf Project time again! I already have a stash yarn in mind (remember my awesome orange yarn from many years back??), and a few patterns that might work.
And look! An FO!!
I'm about as excited as she is about them. Ah, but at they are at least finally done. Continuing in a masochistic vein, my newest project is an uncharted shawl. Sigh...
Am I the only person that remembers this show? There was a really smarmy song about turning a frown upside down, I remember.
I am currently mired in a ridiculously slow cross-stitch project (why did I pick something that only uses two colors? ugh), but when I finish it my next project will involve this and this.
On that note, somebody should beam me up to bed. Why I am blogging at 1 A.M. instead of in bed is no mystery, I suppose...Mark put Rosina to sleep a while ago, but my internal clock is all messed up. To sleep!!
