One step forward, three steps back

Apparently, I am at present victim to what an old friend calls Smiting. I’m not sure what gods I’ve offended, but they must be royally pissed, since evidently they intend for me to spend the rest of my freakin’ life on the bed with ice on my feet. Oh, wait—I’m wrong! Ice on only one foot!

Feh. (Yes, I overdid it yesterday. Wanna make somethin’ of it?)

I have borrowed a pattern from another friend to make a Baby Surprise Jacket for (trumpet fanfare) Chilkat. This has an extremely odd construction, made all in one piece with a bunch of miters stuck next to each other, and then one seam sewn across the shoulders. Apparently, it is a Prerequisite for Grandmothership to make one of these. Not an area where I want to be deficient! It looks thus when finished.

A couple of days ago, one of Grandma’s chief friends came rushing up to me, going on about Grandma throwing money away or something; I couldn’t make much sense of it. As I promised her I’d check on it and turned away, the charge nurse rushed down the hall toward me. Grandma was in the background. CN handed me one of those foam-backed, floppy eyeglass holders into which the glasses are inserted at one end, and told me Grandma had been fussing around telling her that she had some money in there and was sure it was so old it wasn’t any good anymore, and she wanted to throw it out.

Since I haven’t let Grandma have actual cash money for several years (because a) she doesn’t have anything to spend it on and b) she stashes it away in gods-know-where places and then can’t remember where they are), I wasn’t too excited. . . except that it turned out to be $35. What I want to know is. . . where did she get $35?!? Am I going to have cops showing up on my doorstep, telling me they’ve hauled away me ol’ mum in handcuffs and shackles? Will she show up on the police blotter for B&E?

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