Maybe next month

Many years ago, before I had children, I was an active member of a local spinning guild. It was a lot of fun and enjoyed interacting with other spinners. The guild meets at a local history museum and as long as the weather is nice (which is true about 9 months of the year) the meetings are outside in a little meadow.

I haven't been in a long time, since before the kids were born. With my recent resumption of spinning activities I've been wanting to go, but it hasn't happened yet.

The chances are good I'll need to take both kids, so I've been waiting until the weather warmed up so the kids could run around outside.

Last month was a possibility, except I had to work that day.

This month's meeting is today, but we've spent the morning getting ready for my 9 year old's slumber party, whose guests are due to start arriving in 15 minutes. So it's not going to happen this month.

Maybe next month! In the meantime I'll keep spinning. I finishes the Lisa Souza BFL 3 ply for socks and it is fabulous, I think I'll make some socks for myself. I've been sampling some hand-dyed merino, trying to make a lace weight singles, and I'm having fun. I haven't come up with a yarn I'm satisfied with yet, but I'm learning while I figure it out.

Another conversation with my son

Yet another installment in my ongoing series "Conversations with my son" (my children talk a lot, so there's plenty of source material for this).

My 5 year old son is very verbal, although not always easy to understand. He is missing his two front teeth, and his grammar is peculiar (though his vocabulary is large).

One tricky thing is that he tends to omit query words and rely on intonation to convey that he's asking a question. I usually know what he means, but I'm aware that he's starting kindergarten in the not too distant future so I've been working on getting him to be more clear.

Last week, when my mother in law was visiting, we were all in the kitchen. Buddy and Punkin were doing something at the kitchen table, I was at the sink.

Buddy: Momma, I have something to drink?

Me: Sure, Buddy, but you have to ask properly first.

Buddy: Mother dear, I have something to drink?

I thought my MIL was going to snort coffee out of her nose.

When I was a kid my father spent a fair amount of effort trying to get my brother and me to say "mother dear" and "father dear". I never knew quite how much he was kidding and how much he was serious; my father is from the South, and Southerners of his generation are serious about manners.

I called him in the hospital (he had a total knee replacement this week) and told him this story and he got a good laugh out of it.

Here's a fairly recent picture of my boy. He turned 5 last week - I love him so!

Further hospital updates

So my mother is home and getting better. The docs still don't know what made her sick but she's on the mend, at least physically.

My father had his third of three scheduled joint replacement surgeries today. Surgery went well and he expects a good recovery. My brother is with him in the hospital, other folks are taking care of my mother.

I spent the day with my visiting MIL at the local ER. She's home and well and should be fine, but it was a long, strange day.

I've had it with hospital updates, how about you?