This is what happens when you’re sick.
But, because you still want to play you gouge yourself with one of these.
Things then go from bad to worse until you give it up and go lay down on the sofa to feel super sorry for yourself yet thankful you haven’t cut your fingers off completely.
After a week of putting up with the coughing and aching and nose blowing I eventually braved all the sick people at the doctor’s office and got myself some antibiotics. You know you can get really sick waiting in that waiting room.
Here are some things I attempted to work on in the meantime.
You know, all I can say about the painting is that I really enjoy it.
There’s nothing more redeeming in it than that. My hopes of becoming a good painter are fading fast and I’ll just have to give up hoping to become brilliant at it for Lent.
Oh. That’s passed hasn’t it? So O.K. next Lent.
And here is Spencer protecting the quilt table.
Just when I decide the quilt is back on I find the room filled with kids back home from college stuff. Including a queen sized mattress belonging to the kid that quit her job and decided to come home.
Man. Will I ever get rid of them!
So, mattress picked up and leant against the wall I buckle down to picking up my quilt from where I left off, but Spencer has other plans.
It’s one obstacle after another in this house.
Good job I love him.
So I’ve been sick and very homesick. Fairly depressed really. But deep down I know that if I just stopped thinking about what I don’t have I would be able to see what I do have, and start living my life here as if it were my home.
After all it has been twenty-four years now.
Maybe I should stamp this on my forehead.
Oh, I made $500 this week for Africa :) Now, that puts feeling sorry for myself into some perspective.