Did you know that if you cry in front of Duncan he will use his big fat paws to mop the tears off your cheeks and then he will lick your eyes until you start giggling and then he will try to chew your hospital bracelet off your wrist?
I don’t know why I was crying. I don’t cry very often. Nothing was hurting and I wasn’t sad. I just needed a good cry, I guess. (But the next time I need a good cry, I’ll lock Duncan out of the room. He’s such a big softie.)GC made me some red jello. It’s almost too pretty to eat. After he left, I took pictures of it, but then he came back with raspberries. Raspberries! I love raspberries. Picture these with raspberries! And whipped cream!
I’m not supposed to sit very much. No more than three times a day for 20 minutes for the first month, I think. The written instructions aren’t very clear. The rest of the time I guess I’m supposed to be lying down or standing up. I mean, what else is there, really? It’s kind of weird, because my whole life has pretty much revolved around sitting down for the last few months.
Last night I knit for a few hours, lying down. I started a sock. Then I made a mistake and that was the end of that. I can’t fix my own knitting mistakes, unless they’re in plain stocking stitch. Even then.
GC and I went button shopping yesterday at Darrel Thomas’s new fabric store on Preston Street. It’s button paradise over there. I wasn’t entirely happy with the sheep button I got for the baby sweater, so I thought I’d see what Darrel has. He’s got an amazing selection, and a God-given button-picking talent.
He picked out a couple of possibilities while GC said, “Well, what about this one? This one’s nice.”
“Nothing personal,” said Darrel cheerfully, “But we don’t generally listen to men in this store.”
“Oh,” said GC, who scored almost perfect on the online colour hue test.
Darrel found a stunning little blue button for the sweater.
“I love it,” I said.
“It’s nice,” said GC, who doesn’t give up easily, “But it kind of gets lost on the sweater. The pink one would pop more.”
Darrel decided to humour him. He placed the pink button on one side of the sweater and the blue button on the other.
“Watch,” he said, picking up a shoe box, “Keep your eye on the button.”
Then he covered the blue button with the shoe box. Then the pink one. Back to the blue. The pink. The blue. The pink. The blue. Faster and faster! Pink! Blue! Pink! Blue! Pink! Blue!
Finally he stopped.
Darrel looked me in the eye.
“He’s right,” he said.
GC grinned a great big grin, having vindicated the button-picking talents of all men once and for all. I bought the pink button.
In other news I’ve been asked to publicize a couple of things on the blog. One is the City of Ottawa’s Green Bin program. I don’t know much about it myself, other than it’s about putting out our organic waste to create compost. But I guess I’ll find out more.
The other is the upcoming Global Leadership Forum on Cancer Control. I haven’t had time to check it out, but it appears to be a two-pronged thing – a conference at the Westin Hotel next week, and a parallel public process called Community Conversations.