Busy, busy, busy

It has been a while, although not quite as long as I thought. There has been knitting and coughing and gardening and coughing and traveling and coughing and birthdays and finally the coughing stopped. I did go to the doctor at one point, and for some inexplicable reason she gave me a prescription for an antibiotic (I really need to become a more assertive patient), which gave me diarrhea, and there was no way I was getting on a plane with THAT going on, so I stopped the antibiotic (first time I have ever not finished a prescription), but there was no time to contact her again before I took off for the East Coast. Dr. Internet said bronchitis lasts for three weeks, and almost three weeks to the day, the coughing went away.

My trip was uneventful if a bit grueling. I flew into Westchester on a Friday, rented a car, and drove to Boston. Where my dad used to live was a three-hour drive, now it is four, and with traffic, almost five going there. Coming back Sunday was closer to four. Then three days of training (I scored 100% on the test - yay me!) and interfacing before heading home again.

While I was gone, my SO dogsat Betsy, checked on the house and Finn, and brought in the newspapers which were supposed to have been on hold, and my neighbor mowed the front yard. The backyard was a dandelion jungle. Since then I have been yardening almost every spare minute, and everything is still not in the ground. Soon.

And somewhere in there was rhubarb pie.



And a new pink flamingo.



Unfortunately, it is a cheap piece of crap, so the lights don't work.