Home Again

So happy to be back in my own nest.  Although it's suprising how much getting use to it that takes after my "enforced vacation" of ambilitory bed rest.  Fortunately the Rehab Center was a perfect match for me and was really almost a 100% enjoyable experience (just the 1 rotten-apple staffer; oh, and the food). 

Giving Thanks

Although this November has been a difficult, a very difficult month & I'm posting this from a "rehab center", there really is much to give thanks for.  Mom was blessed with "going gently into the night".  the KIds & Family are all well.  I didn't break anything when I fell.  with one exception the staff here has been super great , i was able to have a private room, and i'll be headed home tomorrow.  so many thanks on this day of giving thsnks.

no sugarplums, no walnuts, no

 roasted garlic & grape-tomato pizza here (see All That Spatters blog post a few days ago) -- although when i was out to the Command Post earlier there were two boxes of pizza; staff party? or some fellow resident having a special event?  at least tonight's fare was identifiable as hot dog (on low sodium diet?) unlike last nights "mystery meat patty".    so, rule #1 -- don't fall thinking you will have cruse food & drinks with umbrellas in a rehab facility.  or at least not in a new england rehab center.  maybe santa could tuck a cook book (thrifty gourmet cooking for a crowd) into the chef's sock.

honey

a natural sweetner used by man for centuries.  at some point in linguistic history it became a term of endearment for a loved one.  it seems that it has now become a term for anyone -- used in place of your name because 'they' don't remember yout name or whatever..  as a cranky lady of a certain age, i object -- I am NOT your honey, i feel like screaching. 

why i am blogging from a place where the staff calls one honey is another story -- story which i'll tell later.
meanwhile there will be no photos & most likely lots of spelling/typing errors 

Fabric Marking

Years ago DH & I spent a day in Nantucket.  This basket, a souvenir of that day, hangs on my quilt room door and holds my marking chalk.  I prefer blue or white, if needed; for me the yellow doesn't seem to brush off as easily.  And no wax, please -- just as pure a chalk as I can find.

Season's First Snow

 Mother Nature strikes -- this is what I saw as I groped my way to that first cup of coffee this morning.  So not ready,  psychologically
speaking, for nasty winter weather -- or even just the cold temps.

Not Quite a TGIF Day

Guarantee you'll feel better if you just pet me!

Thursday evening an eye infection clobbered me -- while it didn't affect my vision (thank goodness), it had that annoying "itch you must not scratch".   and didn't respond to my usual prescription salve for the occasional bepharitis flare-up. 

So rather than joining the free quilt session this morning, I was in the eye doc's office and then the drug store picking up the anti-bio drops that hopefully will subdue it.

I swear both Tri and Goldie, who had a lot of verbal advice for me at bedtime, knew how rotten I was feeling. 

While Nov started with some great fall weather, it's not been the greatest of months so far -- do hope that changes for the best soon, like tomorrow morning.

An Absolutely Perfect Fall Day

Election Day arrives.

Did you?  The polling place was busy, but no lines.  and no Tea.  actually it's nippy enough that a hot cup of soup on the way out would have been perfect. 

One thing I and a lady leaving at the same time as myself remarked on -- no PTA bake sale.  Wonder why -- too many of today's mothers work full time? a suspicion of home-baked items?  I always made something for the election day bake sale when my kids were in school there and enjoyed buying something different that another mother had made. 

Tomorrow is Election Day

DH was given a box of campaign buttons by his Great-Aunt.  It was a really mixed "bag", not all political; there's even one from a Pickle Convention! .  Using red, white & blue fabric (of course) and a simple pattern -- I think it's called Railroad; since this was eons ago I've long since forgotten its source -- I made this wall hanging for them.

Great for this time of year -- betwix & between Halloween and the Holidays.   And a perfect reminder to Get Out & Vote!

While my Grandmother wasn't a marching suffragette, she treasured her right to vote & gave me her sense of responsibility to exercise that right.