So, Monday, won't you bring us what we're waiting for? A call from the doctor, a course of treatment..
Things are much the same here at High in the Sky, so it was another quiet weekend. Here we are:
on the front of a couple of notebooks sent by Little E.
I did read and I scrapbooked and I knitted, grateful for hobbies which keep me happily and quietly occupied when my other half is sleeping. I put to very good use the new word I happened upon on Instagram (as you do): knitflixing, which, of course, is the act of knitting furiously for hours on end while enjoying a series of something on Netflix or Amazon. We've been watching the Manhattan Project. You?
There were a couple of firsts. Our student appeared because she had thought it was high time she bought an ironing board. So we went shopping and, yes, we were the two women wrestling the said ironing board into a short car in a busy car park. It's a good thing ironing boards aren't the kind of accessory you buy too many of in a lifetime.
Later last night I watched Little E fall off a horse for the first time. No, that's not right. He may well have fallen off before; but I was seeing video evidence for the first time. He called to show me his rosette. It's big and red and ruffle-y, and very encouraging. He wants to go back.
And that's about it. Thank you so much everyone who has sent best wishes. We really apprciate it. Here's hoping for a good week!