Monday night, or rather early Tuesday morning, Laddie fell and hit his jaw on an open drawer in the bathroom. Gloria took him to the emergency room; it needed 7 stitches. He slept most of Tuesday, but his jaw was so swollen it was scary.
Last night when we took him to dinner, he was back to his jaunty self again and made me decide on which hat he should wear. He has quite a few stylish hats. I wish I'd had my camera because one side of his face was quite debonair, but the other was a rather frightening image, black and blue down into his neck. It looks as if he tangled with a bear with a great right hook!
Another wild night around here, weather-wise. We were lucky, but tornados and hail storms battered east Texas.
All of these fronts that have been moving through our area for the last week or so play havoc with my emotional state. It isn't that I'm afraid of the weather, although I should be, it is what happens with the barometric pressure or something long before the storms arrive.
Today, I'm hoping to move out of my paralysis and get something done! I could start anywhere because I've accomplished so little on anything for the last week. Let's see...clean house, laundry, sewing, bills and checkbook, grocery store, and on and on.
Here are some spoons I bought at a fleamarket several years ago and wrote on with permanent marker to identify plants, dates, etc. The marker lasted a year or so, but is completely gone on most of them. Next time, I'll go over them with polyurethane.
My mock orange was looking great a couple of days ago, but their season is almost finished now. This has been another one of those rampant spreaders that I've got to forcibly contain, but they are so beautiful in the spring.