Plans for weaving, my soulbird and more

Here's who I plan to come back as in my next life

There's a bird who knows what's what.

I had a cardio checkup this morning, new cardio meeting for the first time, who declared me fine, vibrant (!) and said everything's stable and maybe this will be an annual check, not more. All good. 

He did the usual double take when we met, since he'd only seen records and probably expected me to creep in on a walker. But to be fair, probably most of his older patients are in fact creeping in on walkers, so he gets a biased view.

I had a great pond walk when I got home, marveling at how this time last year I couldn't get that far, mainly because of fall risk and hip giving way. Now it's just a nice stroll. 

There were two pairs of Canada geese out, watching me suspiciously, but not aggressive, so I guess not nesting there. 

And I have plans for patterned bandweaving this summer. Longtime readers  will possibly remember the Summer of the English Paper Piecing EPP, when I got into a frenzy of stitching ending with a suite of great pieced pillows and tired fingers. 

This year it's the Summer of the Patterned Bandweaving.  The forecast is for a very hot summer, time indoors, so this might work.

I've sent for the Durham Weaver's book,

meanwhile here's a design I can try out.

But first I'll finish the second sock to go with this one  

I like how the pooling formed a spiral.

Back home the spice bush is blooming and the scent is starting to float about.

What's this below? If it's an amaranth please say, then I'll yank it out before it makes a million seeds.

Speaking of home, Gary started talking patio yesterday. I had let it go because of weather and his back, laying heavy pavers, but he evidently is still on it. We'll see. 

After the daffodils have bloomed I'll need to dig up and move a couple that would end up under pavers. Otherwise I'll just see how it works out.

 Happy day everyone and here are various wishes and statements

An all-purpose statement! For all social justice contexts.

Be still, my heart, and Misfits

Cardio visit Thursday morning, followup after the testing before installing Hippolyta last April, heart valve still leaking but no more than before. 

Friday an echo heart check is scheduled, and it's longish so Handsome Son is gallantly driving me.

While I was out, Misfits arrived with a bigger box of goods than last week.

Cans to share with the food pantry, Nancy's yogurt because my usual wasn't available, but Nancy's is good. 

Fusilli pasta for a recipe from Yeung Man Cooking. Great carrots, I just scrub, don't peel them because they're very tender, and they may become soup with my outdoor pumpkin now the nights are colder.  

Plenty of bread, firm tofu for another recipe idea involving spices and vegetables, feta cheese for sprinkling on vegetables,  ground coffee because grinding coffee is asking a bit much of a person who hasn't had her coffee. 

Wonderful sturdy brown eggs.  Blueberries and apples for mid mornings and desserts with yogurt, favorite ketchup for dipping sauce or just as it is, to go with toasted cheese sandwiches. Bag of mixed chocolate treats, to share with Handsome Son.

This was a nice haul. I messaged Misfits recently to thank them for careful handling, boxes put, not thrown, on the step right where I can get the door open. When there's eggs, this matters.

I weakly agreed to house a giant plant from Gary to house over the winter, maybe till he moves into his new house.  He's driving me to the dentist Monday so it's fair. 

The dentist is a bit further away than I like and that, with the general stress of even a checkup, makes it too tiring to drive home safely.  He's been wanting me to give up driving that far, so he's good with it.

He's not as well himself as he was, so the patio idea may be on hold. Not a problem, if it happens, fine. 

Comic relief on today's Freecycle 

I've been looking everywhere for these ;)

Happy day everyone, not getting any younger, I believe. Meanwhile I'm reading some  Albert Campion short stories, thank you for the idea, Kirsten.

Small hitch

Friday morning, Handsome Son and I left at dark o'clock to go to the cardiologist office, in slashing rain. It was locked, no lights on, nobody there except another patient! Then someone opened up and we went in, lights turning on, and it was okay after all.

The cardiologist found something in my heart to be concerned about. So more tests next week. Most of the week is about tests and doctors. 

I've gone from being horrified at finding I need the surgery at all to being anxious to get it over with, without any hitches! 

So this is brief, I'm tired and a bit disheartened. I suspect that some of the concern relates to liability, some to age. By Wednesday I'll know if the surgery can go ahead.

Happy day everyone, hitches or not. We got this.

And this 

Over 30 protests in my small state alone.