Less than 4 weeks to go
I hurt my foot 2 weeks into June. The first doc I saw said I fractured 2 metatarsels and put me in a walking boot cast, which I completely hated. And hurt my calf muscle, so I ditched it. The second doc I saw told me nope, no fractures, but I did pull the tendons on the side of my foot. Foot still hurts a little a month later.
My foot buggered up our camping trip in Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountains National Park. No hiking, but I did get to ride my bike around the loop road. I walked my bike up most of the hills.
I've made two quilts (for my husband's friend's baby and for my niece's wedding in November). I need to figure out if I continue making the one I've already cut for the quilt-along, or to abandon it so that I can start the quilt I need to make for the quilt show in September AND the quilt for my nephew's wedding which was a year ago AND the quilt for his baby which will be born in October. This is what I get for promising everyone quilts. Not to mention fabric is really fucking expensive. And did I mention that the fabric I really like I have to mail order because no stores in my area carry it? It's really fucking inconvenient and it's the story of my damn life. And my favorite mail order place to get said fabric is in Louisiana? I mean, how ironic is THAT?
We're having a big yard sale this Saturday, so if you're in Asheville or nearby, come by and buy our junk. I'm seling all my Star Trek stuff--the action figures and ships from The Next Generation era, my Harry Potter stuff--action figures and other detritus, pottery, pottery from my friend Anne who is actually a very fine potter, some clothes, assorted junk, etc. Boy1 has been playing a lot of gigs and has saved up a considerable amount of cash, enough to pay for a couple of months of dorm room rent in Ireland (damn, dorm rooms in Ireland are expensive!) Boy2 is on the verge of moving into his own place, though I have zero confidence that he can afford it. I may end up supporting both of my adult sons this year.
HeadBoy is still recovering his ability to control his urine flow; it's hard to do when your bladder and urethra have been reconstructed because your cancerous prostate has been yanked out. He's frustrated that he's not getting "better". Which translates into he wants to be back to normal now, even though he knows the recovery time can take up to 2 years.
All these factors mean we didn't take a vacation, other than camping, this summer and I'm a little bummed about it. We were going to take Boy1 to Boston and have a week of going to Irish pubs and do Boston things, but I just didn't have the energy to put the trip together. So I helped him buy a plane ticket instead, and I'll stay home and make quilts.
School starts on August 14. I'm not excited. Can I retire now?
It's really fucking hot.
At least there's Star Trek.