It’s finally reached scorching-hot summer temperatures here so we mostly stayed inside for the weekend. (I’m just glad it took us until mid-July to get so hot; last year it was 100 degrees in early June.)
…that’s the weekend summed up in two words, ha.
I took a “freelance Friday” and went to the fabric store in the next county with my friend, where I bought more quilt fabric:
That bottom row of fat quarters might become a quilt coat? With a white background this time instead of black? How many quilt coats does a person need?
Toby has another glucose monitor on at the moment and we’re increasing the dose, which gave us a scare on Thursday when his blood sugar plummeted. So otherwise I hung around the house most of the weekend, watching him do a lot of this:
(Saturday, his numbers were normal for most of the day and he was SO happy. That’s a good sign! Hopefully we can get this dose dialed in for good.)
Having a week off was SO NICE, my friends: We celebrated my dad’s birthday with pies I made; I went to a fabric store with a friend; showed another friend the magic of sergers; organized and cleaned so much; and ended up at Bear Lake yesterday with our nephew.
Is there a way to keep life like this while also being able to afford food to eat and a roof over our head? I think I want to find out.
I have very few pictures for my time off but a lot happened, not all of it great: I stained the deck but didn’t get new outdoor cushions made (or a trip swimsuit); I saw a lot of friends but also had to log in to work to write an “emergency” email and manage a “crisis” about a tradeshow booth; I did my quick trip to Lava Hot Springs but worried about Toby for most of it, since we heard from the vet about his second blood test and he does indeed have feline diabetes.
So I also added “read all about treatment, schedule a vet tech appointment to learn how to do the injections, and visit a compounding pharmacy to pick up a cat-sized vial of insulin” to the list for my time off. The appointment and first injection is tomorrow and I’m hopeful that he’ll start improving really soon.
Anyway, here’s a picture of a waffle from a place in Lava Hot Springs called “Lava Waffle,” which has been repeating itself in my head since yesterday. “Lavawaffle… lavawaffle… lavawaffle…”
It rained most of the weekend here, which meant that outside chores were off the agenda (aw shucks) and inside relaxing was on it.
What a nice weekend, though. A lot of the time I forget to really rest, but it’s wonderful.