I won't share the details, but it was as specific and as detailed as I could have wished, and I am now, finally, entirely at peace about my surgery this coming Wednesday.
In knitting news, I'm continuing to make progress on the sweater sleeve. I've just spent most of the afternoon finishing the third book in the "Trials of Apollo" series. I love Rick Riordan's writing. I'm also reading Stephen Fry's Mythos, which is an entirely different irreverent retelling of the Greek myths. But for now I'm about to get back to work on that sleeve.
Mother's Day at church was actually enjoyable. My friend Beth gave a great talk, as did one of the good brothers. Best part was the Primary children singing a song I'd never heard before, "Courage to Be a Mother." I'm not finding it on Google, so it may have been written by a brother in our ward. There was no traditional candy bar at the end of sacrament meeting, and I was thinking "What gives?" all through Sunday School, but after opening exercises in Relief Society, the Young Men came in bearing trays with bowls of ice cream, slices of bundt cake, and plastic-ware.
I'm hungry again. Later, gators.
- Six years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!