Castle/Firefly Squee

YESSSS! It's the Coat!

Dumpster Diving

A Capehart Panamuse cabinet radio/phonograph from 1941 or 1942, or thereabouts.

Yes, really.

Baby Rothfuss

Awwwww.

*sigh*

Mothering is such a hard job.

Nothing more.

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New Albin Library Quilt Show 2009

NOT flu. Strep!

Lil Miss A's strep culture came back positive! So we do not have the flu here, we have strep throat. Now she has to be on antibiotics even though she is improving. No school again for another 24 hours after she gets on the meds.

Wow. Life is a roller coaster ride.

We still have the flu but there is still some good news.

It's probably H1N1, by the way - clinic said the test would cost several hundred dollars and would not change the treatment plan, so they are not testing for it, but the strain they are seeing is generally believed to be H1N1. Joy. On the other hand, Lil Miss A is feeling better today, and though she still was feverish this morning, she's feeling wonderful now and I am having to tie her up to keep her from running outside to rake the leaves she sees falling all over the place. So she is definitely improving.

Okay, now for the good news, or rather the OTHER good news: A few weeks ago this appeared in our little local weekly paper:




And I submitted this design:




And when I got home from the clinic, there was both a voice mail and an email telling me that my design is one of the finalists for the county, and the final decision will be made in Des Moines.

I'm excited! And I want to make this quilt for real, for a bed.

We Have the Flu

Or at least one of us does, Lil Miss A. I don't know which variety she has and don't think I will bother to find out, I'll just take care of her. We are all acting like we don't like each other in this house, not hugging, sleeping in separate bedrooms and looking askance at things we know were just touched by someone else. This morning after the males left for school I walked through the house with a roll of paper towels and a squirt bottle of Chlorox Clean-Up and sprayed all the doorknobs, light switches, handles, railings and other often-touched surfaces to kill any lurking germs. The house smells like a public swimming pool, but I feel like I accomplished something, anyway. Barry, especially, cannot get sick, as he has a wedding photo job Saturday.

I also started a loaf of bread rising. And now it's time for work.