Chloe (right) sweet 16 with her 'big' sister Caitlyn (left)
...after two months away from blogging.
I've read nine books.
We went to visit my mother-in-law. Took my sewing machine along and made her two new walker caddies while we were there.
Carey has completed painting the house exterior except for the hard-to-reach dormers which he is going to try to hire someone to do.
I worked at gathering up a decent-sized donation of craft/hobby supplies to donate to a creative thrift store. (Think Goodwill but it's all craft supplies!) In the last batch of donatables, I had intended to give away all of my jewelry supplies. I found I couldn't do it, and while I did give away a lot, I ended up keeping more than I felt good about. I gave myself an ultimatum...if I haven't used it by the next donation appointment, I will let it all go without looking back. (At this particular store, they have limits on appointed days/hours that donations can be made, as well as the size of donations...4 banker boxes. I set myself a reminder to book an appointment on the first day that they opened up their calendar, and I have made my next donation appointment for August 20.) I am now working on my next collection of donation items.
So far I have also made 3 necklaces to add to my work wardrobe.
I've made quite a few cards.
I have reorganized my crafting desk and card-making supplies using organizers I had on hand.
Summer is birthday season around here. Caitlyn turned 17 in June, and is now a high school senior. Bobby had a July birthday, as did Jared and Beau.
And Chloe, our baby, our littlest grandgirl, turned 16. Where have the years gone? Yesterday she was the little firecracker of the family, and then I blinked my eyes and she's a 16-year-old high school junior! Still a firecracker, though. I happened across a perfect tee-shirt for her in my Amazon suggested products...I think Alexa has been listening in again.
Rudy had his annual vet appointment.
I had 3 Fridays off in July: one pre-planned and approved vacation day, one sick day when I was suffering with muscle spasms in my back and a little loopy from the muscle relaxers, and Friday the 29th I took an emergency personal day when, at midnight Friday, Rudy encountered a skunk in our backyard and took a direct hit to the right side of his face, neck, and shoulder. Thank goodness he came immediately when I called him, because I did not want there to be bloodshed; of course, that meant that the full force of the smell came in with him. I bathed him immediately. Then I bathed me. Then I phoned the office and left a voicemail saying that I would not be in at 8 a.m. When the boss got into the office, he very sweetly...or in self preservation...told me to just stay home. LOL And now here it is August 10th and the house is better, but still not completely free of the skunk odor. I kind of feel like I'm in a Seinfeld episode...remember the one where his car, and every thing and person who is even momentarily in it, smells of the smell that won't go away?
My mother-in-law fell and broke her hip, and has been in rehab center, but tomorrow she gets to return to her assisted living facility. Carey went up to help out right after her fall, so he missed the immediate chaos of the great skunk debacle!
We are so far surviving the heat (ugh!). We need RAIN. It is dangerously dry.
I am counting the days till our autumn vacation. It is still SO far away.
