Yesterday was going to be a relaxing day, full of no plans and plenty of stitching. Ha.
It started with looking into buying airplane tickets to visit my sister this fall. Which always causes anxiety- so much money, too many choices and worries (is 45 minutes between flights enough?), and the prices start going up the longer you look.
Meanwhile Moon was pacing and sighing in summer boredom (like teenagers do), I threw out chore ideas (like parents do), and begged him to let me concentrate. I managed to buy the ticket to get there, and began working on the return flight home . . .
And then, Blue came home, after being away overnight, after having spent the afternoon floating on a raft in the lake, after not using the sunscreen his mother had suggested for his pale white Irish skin. He was in so much pain, walking around moaning, yelling, and crying. After putting him into a cold bath with baking soda, and calling the nurse line, I went to the store for more remedies. While asking the pharmacist what to do for a foolish 19 yr. old, aside from saying, "I told you so!", he warned me that I'd chosen the sleepy ibuprofen. "Good!" I said. Took it all home, sprayed, lotioned, wrapped him in a cool sheet, and put him to bed.
Funny, in the middle of all of it, there were thoughts about what a frustrating, stupid, etc. day it had turned out to be, but later, when Blue was more comfortable, and still letting me tend to him (a rare occasion these days), there was some sweet nostalgia in getting to take care of my baby boy again, all 6' 4" of him.
And this one little boat did manage to get stitched.
And a friend, who may have received an S.O.S. in the middle of it all, came and took me out for cake and wine.
And today should be a relaxing day, full of no plans and plenty of stitching.
There's still that return ticket to buy, we'll see . . .
