I was able to bring my husband home from hospital yesterday. He is so pleased to be back in his own environment and I don't have that long drive every day. He has a long way to go before he is back to his old self but every day sees an improvement. I am the one who will have to adjust to sharing the house again. I have set myself a routine I like and that doesn't go down to well with him. You would think that after all these years of marriage we would have all this worked out? But no, the push and shove continues. At least it isn't dull.
I am still trying to finish all the kits for the Children's Class. Everything is just one big mess at the moment. My cutting table looks like a bomb has hit it.
If I look at the room for a distance it isn't too bad, but up close uggh.
And that bundle of completed kits is so small!
And when I went on my walk to the beach this morning I was hit by the perfume of freshias.
I didn't plant my bulbs because I thought it was too warm but the wild ones are all in bloom. Blow!