My (step) dad and I drank margaritas and then he told me he had a lot to be thankful to my mom for, but the biggest one was letting him help raise me, so if you need me you’d better bring a canoe because that’s the only way you’ll make it past my salty tears.
Depending on which doctor we talk to, my mom is fine, she just needs to rest and go home or she’s walking a very fine line between not having pancreatic cancer and having it. One set of doctors would like her to get a little stronger and then do a pretty big surgery to get rid of the threat, and one doctor just thinks she needs to watch it.
All in all
This is a thing in the elevator at the hospital.
I stared at it for a while wondering what kind of high tech device it was.
It is a plastic frame for slipping in signs.
That is an accurate indication of how well my brain is working.
Sylvia was chatting and eating a PB&J. She was also packing a lunch for the bus tomorrow. They are going on an overnight trip this weekend.
She told me about the homework she did in study hall. She says Spanish is going well which is like :-) :-) :-)
She also told me about the FISHING HOOK SHE STEPPED ON! She started the story with, “Don’t worry. I’m not bleeding and I still have all my limbs.”
There was a story about a couple chipmunks that scared the crap out of her.
She said she misses me. “It’s great here, but it doesn’t have you.” Luckily we’ll be there in 9 days! I don’t who is more excited, her or me.
Bye bye gallbladder.
My will to make the best of the hospital cafeteria food has finally abandoned me.
'But I suspect the passion with which they don't discuss him.'
‘They are afraid of him?’ D’Harcourt raised his comedian’s eyebrows.
Danny Hislop’s bright teeth flashed in his hairless, unremarkable face. ‘If they were afraid, they’d tear him to pieces like schoolgirls. My guess is that he’s gorgeous. A terrible tease and nasty at moments, but oh Maeve, he has such a way with him… Is he gorgeous dear Adam?’
A man whose yellow hair, dry and light and unevenly tipped, eclipsed the sunlight behind him, and whose attic profile and unoccupied, long-shafted hands caused a small moan of ecstacy to burst, very circumspectly, from Mr Hislop’s baby-pink lips.
‘The beauty of worthy things is not in the face but in the backside, endearing more by their departure than their address. Daniel Hislop, the son of the bishop?’
‘The Bishop’s bastard,’ said Hislop, with a cold-eyed assumption of coyness. ‘Sir. My lord. Jesus.’
Lymond’s eyes turned to him, open. Then changing position, he seated himself, and placed his hands gently on the table before him.
‘Sir will do,’ said Lymond calmly, ‘unless you recieve divine witness to the contrary.’ —
The Ringed Castle, Dorothy Dunnett
Bless Danny Hislop. The lead up to his meeting Lymond is so entertaining.
i do love how danny hislop reacts to hot people like i do
Look what ungracefulme sent me! Remember when I was cute?
Sylvia got 3 packages today. One was a care package from us, one was a stuffed animal she got for donating money to an animal rescue organization and one was a swiss army knife my dad sent her. She was a happy girl!
Wednesday is Physical Expression/Creative Expression day, so she went canoeing and made a winter outfit for her stuffed bunny, Mr. Bunny.
She rescued a friend from a giant spider.
For dinner she had quesadillas and grilled pineapple.
She’s learned how to fishtail braid her own hair.
I let her talk to my dad to thank him for the knife and they just chatted and chatted and it was the sweetest thing ever.
She tells me I MUST read Green Glass Sea.
They watched Doctor Who (a Matt Smith Episode) and the pilot for Grim. She enjoyed them, but she said Grim was terrifying!
It is her laundry day so I got to listen to her put her clothes in the dryer.
Text it to me!!! I obviously need cheering up.
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