A non-crafting post today, to chat about a bit of this and a bit of that . . . punctuated with a few black & white pics. But first, some colour.
Spring has sprung – yay! With little clumps of primroses growing in lots of nooks and crannies.
Daffodils which are my favourite flower, also popping up in places we’d forgotten they grew.
Gibbs, striking a lovely pose for me just seconds before he got distracted by . . .
his best buddy, Moka, who is a chocolate lab, just 6 weeks older than Gibbs. Moka (still not wearing his brand new collar, Lynn) has come round to the back gate to ask if Gibbs is allowed out to play. Their favourite games being: to charge around in the orchard doing some dog-wrestling or to go splashing in the stream.
Other pics . . .
I was quite upset the other day to find this on the floor in our bedroom. A cat tooth (that dark bit is the root) . . . and on inspecting Merlin’s mouth (Merlin being our oldest cat) discovered that Merlin is now completely toothless. Even as a young cat he had bad teeth, and had to have a couple pulled when he was about 6 years old. He’s now 12, and officially toothless . . . which explains why he’s been such a messy eater of late! Now I realise he’s all gums and no teeth, I’ve bought some special wetfood in for him, completely smooth, no chunks of meat and he is tucking in with gusto.
Now for the black & white pics, and two snippets of news: one good and one not so good.
The not-so-good first . . . my feet. Long story short: According to the orthopedic surgeon I’ve got abnormal feet, with the metatarse being too long which, with age, is causing foot pain, one hammer toe and others heading in the same direction. So, before things get worse, I’m booked in for surgery on my right foot on 13th April. Right foot first, and probably back again next year to get the left foot sorted.
I’ll be in and out of hospital on the same day, but I’m then in for 3 days of complete bed-rest, drugged up to the eyeballs with painkillers and with a week of blood thinner injections to prevent embolism. Then 3 weeks where I’ll be allowed to put weight on my foot (wearing a special support shoe) but will need to keep foot up as often as possible and stay indoors. Then 3 months where (still wearing the support shoe) I should be able to walk short distances.
By late summer, early autumn I should be good to hop on a plane and visit family in England because . . .
N and Second Son are expecting their first baby in August. And we’re all wondering whether the baby will inherit its Dad’s lovely head of hair.
Which would be fun, but unlikely. Anyway . . . I’ve decided that once baby is here, I’ll need to think up a blog name and seeing father’s hair . . . have decided that from now on I’ll be referring to Second Son as Daddy Viking, N will be Mummy Viking and (how original) baby will be referred to as Little Viking.
So that’s all for today . . . my crochet hook is waiting for me. Photos very soon of what I’ve been up to there.