Friday

It's the First Friday of October and the anniversary of the day I first became a Mom---which has been my most important and satisfying job (so far).

Here in the U.P. it is windy and cold, our leaves are blowing around and there is no doubt that the seasons have changed.  But on this day so many years ago in Chicago is was a golden day with a certain Fall smell in the air that always makes me smile now.  (It was probably some combination of leaf smell, car exhaust from Lake Shore Drive, and breeze off Lake Michigan.)

That was Fragment Number one.  We are gathering here today on this solemn occasion to share our week's end bits with one another.  Thanks to Mrs. 4444 of Half Past Kissin' Time.

This whole going to the hospital gig is getting old.  I've had my heart checked out (okay). The gall bladder is gone. And this week Good Guy had carpal tunnel surgery on his right hand.  (He's a southpaw, needs both hands done--so opted for the right hand first---after he was done golfing for the summer.)

I feel like one of the old ladies who used to elicit an eye roll, when they would gather for lunch and discuss their doctors and surgeries.  To paraphrase the poet, "I am not resigned."

Fragment Number Two:  Sister #2 and Daisy spent an afternoon with us yesterday en route to a reunion in Wheaton, Illinois.  She came bearing gifts, and that's always fun.  One bag was full of scrap fabrics, one was full of two kinds of yarn, and the last was a project for me to work on over the weekend.  Which is what I will do when I'm done sweeping here.

I have had a number of people mention that making yogurt seems.......silly, I guess, would be the best word.  Like a lot of bother for something you can easily buy.  That's the way I feel about making marshmallows.  Why bother?  But I eat a lot of yogurt, and it isn't cheap---and it isn't always that good.  Sorry, commercial yogurt makers who shall remain nameless....

Anyway, somebody asked and that's why I posted it.

It is really much more fun to anticipate baking a lovely apple pie instead of a birthday cake.

I did a really stupid thing this week.  Well, maybe more than one, but the one I'm willing to share is that I must have thrown my stack of envelopes containing checks and billing stubs away with my paper recycling.  I have to remember not to do those two chores at the same time.  I got to thinking about my day, and couldn't remember ever mailing the checks.  So I called the cardiologist's office and they never got my check.

I take comfort in the fact that the recipients will surely send more bills.  I never thought I'd say that. I mourn the loss of my five stamps, though.  Boo-hoo!

Four Friday Fragments.  That'll do for now.  Have a great weekend!