Andy's mom has been here for almost a week now and we have had such a wonderful visit. She has been a great sport, since there has been almost constant remodeling here (it was all supposed to be finished before she arrived, but you know how it goes — I didn't, but you probably do) and other broken stuff (including a shower, a toilet, my back molar which I broke [it was already cracked] on a crispy noodle in some kao soi, and the Volvo [which essentially fell apart in the parking lot at the mall yesterday, necessitating a tow across the city and a rental car] ).
Andy had several days off, so we shopped (new shampoo and shower curtain for me and new shoes for Andy), we hung around Powell's for a whole delicious afternoon (I printed off Andrea's brilliant autumn-inspired picture book, middle-reader, and young adult booklists and am collecting titles), we went to the brew pub and the magazine store. On Saturday we got groceries and I cooked all afternoon, which was wonderful. On Sunday I hit the wall and sat on the sofa in a state of stupefied laze while Sue packaged ornament-kit pattern pages and wound yarn and cut rick-rack, and Andy cut felt. I stayed in my nightgown all day and knit and occasionally agreed to cut eyelet lace while lying on the couch. We watched Dan in Real Life. Pets sat on me and refused to move. I mostly refused to move (great hostess).
Sue leaves today, unfortunately. I love having her here so much. After I drop her at the airport, I'm going to come home and clean. Andy's back at work. It's almost time to turn the heat on for real. That will leave no excuse for sitting in a flannel nightgown under piles of quilts and cats because it's too cold to get up and do anything else. Drat.