Saturdays are wonderful days for me. So full of promise to do what has been nagging at me all week long. Today was an especially fruitful one.
I started the day by sleeping in. I slept late for me~! Almost 10:00 am! The good thing was that I got up feeling rested and ready to go, which does not happen very often lately!
When I got to the kitchen it looked as if a bomb had gone off. Not only had I let clutter build up to intolerable levels, but a literal pizza sauce bomb had obviously exploded sometime during the night. Apparently Derek had a bit of a fight with the pizza sauce and he lost. He "thought" he had cleaned it up but there were sauce splatters all over the place including Fig's dish. I won't even mention the sauce puddles in the refrigerator!
Instead of being mad at him I am a bit grateful for that sparked a cleaning jag.
I spent a good portion of the day cleaning and scrubbing and de cluttering and more decluttering and laundry. I'm happily tired tonight with the feeling of accomplishment which honestly does not happen around here every weekend.
I then made my way to a wonderful store in Salem called BF Goodstitch where I signed up for a crewel class starting June 7th. I am super excited. My mom always did crewel and while I knew she was talented I never was very interested. One day I wake up and my thoughts are on crewel. Go figure. Perhaps that is what the embroidery phase's purpose was.
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BONUS STORY: Not really called for but getting it anyway!!!
My Mom made the most gorgeous crewel owl when I was a teenager. I have always loved it. It was super special and tons of work stitched in shades of cream and brown and had about a jillion and a half french knots that made up the owl's front. I loved that little guy. He stood about a foot tall, not little really. I badgered and teased my Mom about that owl from day one. I wanted it. I teased and teased over the years and she finally gave it to me, probably about 10 years ago or so. When I got it home, I noticed how stained it was from years and years of living in a smoking home and I could not allow it to hang in my non smoking home looking yellowed and dingy. So I took it out of it's frame and brought it to many cleaners, none of whom would touch it. I took it home and stood it in a corner, forgetting about it. A couple of weeks ago I asked Andy if he knew where it was and he told me that it had gotten wet in one of the basement floods that we had and he had to throw it away. THROW IT AWAY!!! It was ruined! I get chills just thinking about that. How awful that I allowed it to get ruined. All of my mother's hard work.
I don't expect to ever do any crewel piece as spectacular as that one.
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I gave Fig his first subcutaneous fluid treatment and it went fairly well for the first try. I am pleased. The only glitch in the process was when I was trying to take the used needle off the IV bag and instead of the needle set up coming off, the cover came off and stabbed me in the finger. I bled an alarming rate, making Fig smile, I'm sure. Served me right and all. I'm hoping that I do not get some kind of cat disease from a dirty needle. If I start craving catnip, I'll let you know.
I then made a delicious turkey barley soup, finished my gnome embroidered towel (pictures tomorrow if you are interested) and am now listening in on the hockey game enjoying my cough:third:cough glass of wine.
The weather was gorgeous with the temps in the high 60's and lower 70's, perfect cloud dotted sky with some dramatic dark clouds floating through every now and then.
It was a great day!