Project Number One for this month is done... Last week, Darling Man and I put the leaves on the trees, making it spring in there, rather than some scary, haunted forest (which is what it looked like with the bare trees).
So hard to shoot with an open window... I made those curtains this morning. Two twin-sized sheets I bought for 75 cents at a garage sale. Just hemmed them up, cut the ends off the top seam and threaded it onto the rod. Perfect!
Painting the bear rather intimidated me. I put it off and put it off until he was the only thing left to do. Then... I just did it. He actually came out pretty cute.
At Darling Man's urging, I outlined the little owl in the tree. He was afraid it would get lost in the leaves. You can still see him with out searching too hard.
So, except for the rocking chair I'm repairing to put into the room, this project is finished!
My mother is in the hospital. After the drama of Dad's heart and subsequent pacemaker, my mom, who's had a bad headache since July has discovered that she's got a subdural hematoma. There were rounds to doctors, who decided that her blood-thinning medication was causing the bleed. She was then taken off the medication to see if there was an improvement. There was. Her headache dropped from a 10 (on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the worst) to a three. And then there was a day when there was no headache at all. Oh, the rejoicing!!! Then the headached came back. This morning she lost use of one arm and was slurring her words a bit. Dad rushed her to the hospital when he realized there was a problem and she is hooked up to monitors and stable at the moment. We don't know for sure, but it looks like a small stroke.
I am not good at waiting for word. I am a woman of action! But when there is nothing to be done, I clean. Which is why Z's room got done in such short order. And now I am cleaning the carpeting on the stairs and the upstairs hallway. As if I didn't have enough to do already, our lovely Tottie decided this morning would be the perfect time to barf copiously from one end of the house to the other. Including the stairs and the wall.
As you can see, she's a bit of a furball. No doubt the furry tumbleweeds rolling around in our bedroom is testament to the cause of today's barf-o-rama. Hairball, packed down with lots of food results in very nasty explosion. Thanks, Tottie, for your contribution to my day.
Once I finish that, it's back to the closet to finish painting and then once more to the clutter of the computer room.
I suppose this is a physical meditation - a way to relax and take my mind off the worries that were planted there a couple of weeks ago, and have grown today. Until I am needed and wanted at the hospital, I am off to suck carpets.