The garden looks a bit bare this time of year.
...so I added these turkey hunting decoys. The neighbours already think of us as the strange ones-it wasn't like a couple turkeys in the raised bed would change anything. Even turkeys won't eat the sorrel.
Life has been busy lately, which isn't a terrible thing. I've been enjoying using Instagram as I rarely have much to say, but often have interesting photos.
Vintage beaded cardigan-Hand-Me-Ups
Vintage silk blouse-Hand-Me-Ups
Vintage houndstooth skirt-Goodwill (part of a suit)
Vintage Crown Lewis bag-Goodwill
Pressed poppy brooch-Can't remember
Vintage Jerold coat-Thrift shop in Wahoo, NE
Oooh it sparkles.
Vintage Peck and Peck dress (part of a suit) a defunct thrift shop in Portsmouth, NH before Portsmouth became a tourist town
Vintage Handbag-antique mall
Sara Coventry bracelet-Can't remember
Vintage suede gloves-Can't remember
Vintage velvet hat-Hand-Me-Ups
Brooch-Gift from the lovely Beth Waltz
Fragrance-Vintage formulation, Estee Lauder Knowing
So Mr. ETB had his sinus surgery, he's doing well and resting. You'd think if you had a giant polyp in your nose since the late 60's someone, at some point might have removed it. I mean, his dad was a doctor for fuck's sake. But no, he lived with it all these years. Hopefully, he'll spend the rest of his life breathing much better. They did provide pictures (as with the colonoscopy) so I can now say I've had a good look at him from both ends. I will not be posting those, but trust me-that was one big polyp!
I was surprised the procedure was done outpatient, as they gave him general anesthesia (which he's still upstairs sleeping off). Four hours later I was bringing him home but honestly, he was in no condition to leave. The idea that I was going to be able to help a 6'4 250 lb. man up a flight of stairs was perhaps expecting a bit too much. We made it, but if he'd had trouble I'm not sure what I'd have done. Another hour in recovery would have been helpful, but they really do seem to want you out of there as soon as you can stand so they can bring in the next one. We did both laugh at the nurse asking if he wanted to "go potty." He's pushing 60 years of age and she's asking him about going, "potty"? Geez. He goes back next week to have the splints removed. Until then, he can't blow his nose. I can hear him snoring where I am a floor below, so I guess it didn't help with that. Ah well, at least he can breathe.
I'm using all this time at home playing Florence Nightingale to unpack the rest of my winter clothes and launder, sort and pack the summer. I also crocheted two dish cloths as I waited during the operation-so I am accomplishing stuff left and right ;)
Danny just asked if he could store some baseballs in my freezer. I find it best to not ask why when it comes to this sort of thing. *shrug* Sure, just stuff 'em in there next to the snowman's head from last winter. What else would I need a freezer for?
Frozen baseballs. Okay. Sure. See you later.