Summer tote
Log
*Today we've been busy on our hands and knees getting busy. Not that kind of busy, it was my mom and I out in our garage using the most toxic stuff on earth to strip paint and varnish off my living room coffee and end table. Followed by sanding until we couldn't see our feet because of all the fine wood soot on them. Lovely exercise while you're working on a craft project. Next weekend we'll condition and stain the wood. This is the third re-incarnation for my tables. Last year I had the bright idea to paint them yellow and distress them. I decided this week that I'm so over that look and wanted them to be dark, dark wood colored. So we'll see.
*Thrift shop stop yesterday produced cute cute owl wrapping paper, and two really old blank books which have a great story behind them. As told by the overly friendly, likely gay, man who was watching the shop for the owner when we arrived: These old stationary books were originally part of a general store in the 1940s owned by a Japanese couple. During the war when the Japanese living in California were put into internment camps all of the items in their store were packed into huge crates and put into storage. When they left the camps they didn't want to return and open the store. The crates ended up being put up for auction by the couple's children at the end of last year and the owner of this shop managed to buy one. *Whew*
Thrift shop finds
*We've been cooking a lot, but since when have I not been? Greg and I made (yes, he sometimes helps!) citrus-baked halibut with au gratin potatoes and green beans with bacon last night (the halibut recipe is super, SUPER easy and tasty if anyone is interested). Tonight my mom is making pork chops stuffed with stuffing (hah) and some broccoli dish. We also had strawberry shortcake for dessert last night - so yum!
*Last weekend we went on a "Wildflower Antique Train Ride" in Sunol, California. Never heard of Sunol before? That's because it's the most remote, middle-of-nowhere, 'don't blink or you'll miss it', town within an hour's drive from San Francisco. Good: beautiful day, riding on neat old trains, free wine tasting on board (best kind of good). Bad: not really any wildflowers to be seen, mostly green hills as seen in the photo below. (An echo of Mariko's recent post)
*Tonight I am not allowing myself to go to bed until I finish the last seam on a bag I started weeks ago that is my pathetic version of the fabulous donkey bag I got from Laural. My mom saw it and loved it (as does everyone who lays eyes on it) and so I thought I'd try to make her one. *insert lots of laughter here* It looks ok at first sight, but when you realize it doesn't have a top closure because I'm not good enough to figure that part out you just want to put it down and walk away. But it's my mom, and so I'm betting that she'll carry it around with pride anyway. At least when I'm around. . .
This is the life
We spent the day in Half Moon Bay - best town ever! Living in Pacifica we just have to drive 15 minutes down the postcard-pretty coastal Hwy. 1 to get there, and then old townish adorable Main Street, the little wharf, and the best nurseries are at your hands. It really is wonderful.
Purchases
Flowers: lilacs, sweet peas, and agrostroma (ha, I really can't remember what they are but something that looks like that made-up word I just typed), little potted flowers
Magazines from the best local bookstore: Bust, and Skin & Ink (they didn't have Domino so I'm still searching)
Other: Wicker ball (made by the Busy Bunny people) at the local feed store for the rabbits to play with
Cell phone camera photos to follow of baby chicks at the feed store (so adorable!), and acres and acres of flowers for sale. And tonight I think I'm going back for dinner at the Half Moon Bay Brewery on the wharf - yum!
Lovely things
I couldn't resist this adorable bag from Laural at Thimble. She now has such a wonderful collection of bags and things for sale in her shop that I have to lock up my credit card each time I visit her site!
Gifted from Gio at GnomeG in return for a little housewarming/Easter package I sent her. She is so lovely!
Spring gardening with mom
Might as well tell more. . .
Since everyone is enjoying a little laugh about poor Greg having to wake up after surgery to the sight of me in a hospital bed too I thought I'd sneak a minute in at work here to share another bit of humor from yesterday in what otherwise was a very crappy day.
First I'll say that since Greg doesn't drink or do any drugs and is usually reluctant to even take tylenol or cold medicine, the anesthesia ended up affecting him much differently than it would someone like me (wino, druggie, takes a bottle of motrin every month when I have my period, etc.). So he was pretty loopy when he finally started waking up and it took him a few minutes of looking around to take note of the three nurses that were hovering around his bed doing various nurse-like things to him. (Three much older women in hospital scrubs who were sticking tubes in and out his nose, mouth, arms and jabbing him with needles.) He then immediately let out with this statement in a drunken slur, "Wow, this is every man's dream! I wake up and am surrounded by three women who have their hands all over me! This is great! I don't want to leave". Of course we all burst out laughing and if you knew Greg you would realize how funny this really is as it is the last thing he would normally ever say!
Anyone else have any funny comments they've made while recovering from anesthesia?
Glad it's over
We just got back from the hospital where Greg had his knee surgery today. Everything was pretty ok and he's sleeping now on the couch. How he is managing to sleep with super tight compression tights on his legs and a noisy ice machine thing hooked up to his knee is beyond me but I guess the whole anesthesia bit would have something to do with it!
It was scary going in to see him when he first came out of the OR and I actually almost fainted at the sight of all the tubes and everything and ended up laying down in a bed next to his with two nurses over me. He was just starting to come out of it a little bit and had to look over to see his wife in a hospital bed too! Poor guy - I told him I couldn't let him have all the attention though. We're both ok now and he should be up and about in three days.
The last rabbit. . .
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