Small Things 8-20-13
1. Sleep. I really really like it. I’ve actually been getting some. Wow.
Turns out, I can pretty much predict if Hen’s going to
let me sleep get some sleep by noticing if I have to go put him back in his bed at about 11pm. If he’s wandered around the room and fallen asleep in his chair or on the floor? Bingo. Good night’s sleep. Otherwise? ie: if he’s still snoozing in bed where most of us prefer to rest? Forget it. Wake-up city.
Here’s hoping for another wandering, totally sleep-filled night.
2. Today is a day brought to you by doctor appointments. Rather, it’s bracketed by doctor appointments. One yesterday to use silver nitrate to cauterize the ugly pin wound, and then again tomorrow to check on it & probably reapply the SN. Ugh. But better than him having an open, weeping wound on his elbow for the foreseeable future. He’s also on antibiotics to ward off any possibility of a bone infection. Ugh. Today brought to you by doctor appointments + liquid medicine.
But at least he’s sleeping. And if the nasty stuff does what it’s supposed to, he might even be able to swim by the end of the week when we go camping.
3. Harvested another 4-5 cups of blueberries this morning. We seem to be running weeks & weeks behind on pretty much all our crops. Except for zucchini. Zucchini is burying us right on time. Anyone have a fabulous zucchini recipe they’d like to share with the group? I think it’s almost time to start making zucchini bread. At least that will freeze.
4. Henry is eagerly anticipating both Halloween and wintertime. Halloween because–duh–candy. Plus I’ve promised to find or make him a bunny suit. Wintertime he’s excited about not because of Christmas, but because he wants it to be cold outside so he can play in the snow. We’ll see how that plays out, but I’ll be delighted if it’s true.
5. We took Hen for a hike on Saturday to a little overlook in the teensy town forest that The Boy discovered one day. A pond with railroad tracks on the other side. Cool & picturesque (& safe, even if you’re a 3 year old boy). We walked out to the pond, Hen happily admiring flowers and grasshoppers, twigs-shaped-like-wrenches (that he used to ‘cut down trees for logging trucks’) and turtles & frogs once we reached the pond. Then–joy!–a train actually came by on the tracks, which we weren’t even hoping for. We heard a whistle in the next town over and made him wait. And when it blasted past, you’d've thought we handed him the moon. And then, after it had gone by, he wanted to wait for the next one. “It might be hours,” we told him. “Oh no. I think it will happen very very soon.” It didn’t, but he waited longer than I would have thought. Operation “Make a Hiker out of Henry” has succeeded. He wants to go for another walk next weekend.