Life Returns to Normal (Whatever that is)

Mum
We took mum home yesterday. I'm confident that she'll be ok on her own. I hope she continues to recover well and that the excuriating pain first thing in the morning eventually subsides.

She has an appt in about a month with the surgeon so we will know more then.

Brownie points to both of us for not having driven each other insane; I do understand how hard it is to not be in your own place and not have your own things around. I'm sure I will miss the midnight fairie that used to make my dishes disappear and being greeted at the door after work with a coffee ready made.

Knitting
I've very nearly finished one more scarf. Once that's done I'm going to do a beret - my ex's mum gave my mum some previous issues of the Guardian Angel knitting books and there's one in there. Having seen about 4 books now I think we managed to jag the best one!
With mum gone now though I think I'll be knitting less and spending more time back at the computer.

Me.
I'm ok. Noticed some PMS emo type stuff coming over me this week - and two days later Mother Nature reminded me I'm a female capable of reproducing. Have wondered whether there's ever been a study of what percentage of female resignations occurred during PMS time.

I don't like it.

As my son drove my car to my mums (cos I was driving mums' car) we had music playing on the way back home. (I stopped playing the classical cd's in my car a couple of months ago and have been driving in silence again).

Their compilation cd's put together by one of my sons friends, and one of the songs really hit me.

A song from another time.

"I'm a loser baby, so why don't ya kill me"

Strange, I wasn't feeling depressed or anything but just had to sing along.


Legal matter at decision point.


Have been watching grass grow - literally.


Despairing about the amount of work I do in the garden and it still looking like it's half neglected.


Another small step this week - am going to the movies and it's not to watch a kids movie.


I'm kinda weary of the world, but still too many things to keep me here.