Not A Lot

Fixed things with the husband. It helps that he's happier at his new job and that he works with one of his best friends. And that he has three guys interested in this Toyota motor/transmission that's been sitting in the garage since December. I watched him put the clean dishes from the dishwasher away too and all of these things stack the points in his favor.

Now if the talking and running around in the office will cease for a few hours so that I can email in peace, all will be right with the world. Have I mentioned that sister B is due to move into the house with us this weekend? She's going to take some classes at a nearby college and hang out. Mostly, she's going to get out of our hometown and (I'm hoping) provide me with a friend up here. I think it's a good thing for her and I'm really excited! She gets to sleep in the orange library which is also really cool.

I'm going to look at some more sewing books and maybe some patterns. On the things that people say . . . Someone wouldn't say "It happens to a lot of people," or "You would be surprised how often that happens," to a family whose child just died, so why would they say that to me when I lost my baby? All that statement can possibly do is allow them tell me that my grief should be less because a whole passel of people have experienced the same thing. No they haven't. Thanks for playing the what-we-inappropriately-say-to-the-grief-stricken game, please try again next time.