two more weeks
Youngest's finger is slowly healing. S-L-O-W-L-Y healing.
He's allowed to take the splint off twice a day and practice bending his finger, which, thank god, because that splint thing can certainly build up an, um, aroma. The Fancy Sports Doctor, who warmed up slightly personality-wise, showed me how this teeny finger has atrophied. Now you'll know that word over at FreeRice.
It's been a heckofa week or so, here in Tuvalu.
We've had three dinner parties. Yes! Three sets of people in to eat.
I've been to four different doctor's appointments, K has been editing in town, and we've had BOTH EXTENSIONS IN THE DINING ROOM TABLE ALL THIS TIME.
So. Yeah. Busy.
This week may be quieter, but my brother B is coming to visit on Friday. You remember B, don't you? The Wilderness First Responder/Photographer/Kayak Instructor/National Outdoor Leadership, uh, Leader.
Well, he's flying in to visit friends and I'm hoping to have him on my couch at some point.
We asked B if there is anything in our cooking repertoire that he'd like to request during his stay and he couldn't think of anything in particular. Then, the next day, he said he'd like a Meat Ship. (Which looks much better cooked than raw.)
I'll be taking my own little trip this weekend. It's time for my annual visit to my niece for shopping and girl time. This year there is the added bonus of seeing her sister STAR in Beauty And The Beast. Yes, I said STAR. She has a beautiful singing voice and I can't wait to see her all Belle'd up.
Also in the cards: a lunch with the adorable Dan Renzi.
I know! BE STILL MY HEART.