Hurgh. So much to do. So little desire to do anything.
I'm slowly but surely climbing out of the depression hole that last quarter dug. It's helped a lot that Little Hawk is feeling much better, spring is finally here, I now have a Fairy Godmother, and Coraline is finally cuddly.
Little Hawk's worst Post Concussive Disorder symptoms are finally gone. His nausea, fainting, and memory issues are better, and although the headaches are still around, they are now manageable. His spasms have responded to this sudden surge of wellness, however, and returned with crippling force. Luckily, so far, his medications have kept them managed, and by managed, I mean merely painful, not stroke-inducing.
The sunshine is finally here, and although it is still freezing at night, I have started plants indoors, getting ready for this weekend when my awesome mom will bring me some raised beds she built me and fill dirt for them. Unfortunately, it seems that my cats like veggies.... they ate all of my bean starts right down to the roots, and I have to start all over again now. Still, the spring peas are all ok, and the onions look awesome. I just need to plant some wheatgrass, so that cats will eat their own munchies and leave mine alone. I was ready to murder Coraline, who was the ringleader. She's just too adept in using her powers of cuteness. In fact, the little fuzzball has figured out that if she wants to snuggle in the middle of the night, she'll end up locked out of the bedroom. So instead, she sits next to my pillow, and wits for my alarm clock to ring, then turns into a purring pile of snuggle. I woke up a few minutes early and saw her waiting impatiently.
Classes have started again, and a wonderful lady in my Ceramics class is a fellow knitter and spinner, with a sheep farm of her very own. Upon hearing that I wanted to spin, she kindly helped me pick out my first spindle, then gave me some wool roving to practice with. Today, she surprised me with an ENTIRE FLEECE all of my own. It is HUGE. Following her directions, I spread it out on a blanket on the lawn to clean, and it was as large as a queen sized blanket. Holy Crap! I picked off most of the hay and straw, along with the edges that were too felted and matted to spin. They seemed perfectly good for stuffing, though, so I saved them in a bag for a rainy day. Little Hawk, who was puttering about in the house, had no idea what was going on. I carefully split the fleece in half, then rolled up one half and carried it inside to soak in the washing machine. Little Hawk looked up as I came in.
"Check out my present from my Fairy Godmother! A whole fleece all of my own!" I chirped in delight. He took a deep breath, clearly about to congratulate me on my windfall, and stopped, wheezing as the wave of SHEEP hit him.
I'd forgotten to warn the poor man that Sheep has a very....distinctive...odor. I think it smells great, although not as good as a happy, clean cow. To someone who isn't used to animal odors, though......
The poor man is so sweet. He's not complaining...yet...
