December was an extraordinarily challenging month here in Shadowland. I hunkered down, and just worked through it. There were few days when I thought I had anything positive to blog about, and on those days, frankly, I hadn't the energy to write the posts.
It did have a few high points.
I was able to start the month by making and giving a few knitted gifts that were "just because" gifts. (I even deluded myself that I'd pull it off weekly).
1. A pair of socks for Bookworm: - here's the in progress picture.
I KNOW I took pictures of the finished socks... but can't find them right now.
2. A pair of wrist warmers for a fellow student in my Massage Program who loves to wear them, and who had been sad lately.
Again, I know I took pics, but they're hiding...
3. A hat for a newborn baby - of which I got no pictures. I gave the hat to my Anatomy prof, whose wife had a baby boy right after Thanksgiving. He was so touched - which made it more than worth the time spent away from studying for his class.
I also managed to pull out a 4.0 GPA for the semester, despite a very ugly final two weeks of the semester. I was very grateful to have racked up enough bonus points here and there to cover me on the Anatomy final, which I took while Golf Pro was in the hospital.
Yes, I did say hospital. I took him to the E.R. at 2:00 am on the last Wednesday of the semester. They admitted him later that morning.
There were a couple of scary days. His blood pressure, which had never been a problem, went through the roof WHILE he was there. That meant he had to stay in the hospital itself until they got it under control. He's still recovering, but each day is a little better. There's a lot I could say about the whole thing, but since it's not MY illness, I won't.
Since then, I had the blessing of visits from both my parents. My mother came during that last week of school and took care of feeding us while I focused on finishing the semester and helping Golf Pro.
Alas, she came down with an evil virus while here; I was two days behind her. For me, it developed into bronchitis. I finally caved and went to the doctor a week later. I got magic antibiotics just in time to welcome my father, his lovely wife, and my wonderful cousin Gail. They took care of me until I was ready to face the holiday cooking -- and then cleaned up the kitchen for me while I sat and rested.
I loved having them here, but I'm glad to be just us. Now that we're back to the local contingent, we've been cleaning madly. After a brief war with a mouse who would not leave (and who managed to lick peanut butter off the standartd traps), we caved and got poison. Now that he (they?) is (are) gone, I've been deep cleaning. Mom helped some while she was here, but I've now finised washing all the stuff in the kitchen drawers (and the drawers) and under the cabinets etc. We've also stepped up and thoroughly cleaned the rest of the house - I'm down to the last bits of my desk.
Later today, we should be picking up a new member of the family. We're adopting a lovely black cat whose owners took him to the humane society because he'd been moody and forsaking his litter box. Rahter than take him to the vet (who would have treated his urinary tract infection), they abandoned him. :-( He's very sweet -- and likes both other cats and dogs. I think he'll be very happy here.