Finally, a post that isn't about New Orleans. Don't get me wrong, I am continually outraged, every day I hear something else that makes me cry, but it's time for me to move on, just for a little while.
Gosh, I can't remember the last time I just chatted about life. Things here are okay, I guess. I am still struggling with the lack of energy. I know that if I just force myself to get out of the house I will feel better, but I can't seem to do it, so I just get crankier and crankier, sitting in my house and rotting. Tonight Emmett took us out for German food, and it was fantastic. I don't think he realises how much that it meant to me that he asked us out, and how much it has done for my mood to get out of the house, even only for a couple of hours.
Mary is doing pretty well, she is really getting the crawling thing down, most of the time she can move in the direction that she wishes, as opposed to backwards or sideways. She is still teeting, of course, and now she has two teeth! It's quite exciting to watch her grow and develop right in front of me...yesterday morning she only had one tooth, and by 5 in the afternoon, there was a second there.
The weekend went pretty well, in spite of some distressing news from Sweet Baboo's work. I'll not get into it here, but needless to say, he needs to find a new job. Saturday was Trent's Fallen Angels game, and let me tell you, it hurts to be divine. I find Cori's game a little more fun...it's easier to enjoy myself, and not quite so painful, but Trent's game is so full of emotion and pain, it's a whole other sort of fun.
Sunday was the 2nd Annual Western Invitational Betty Cup Croquet Tournament. It was incredible fun, in spite of the gloomy rain and the lack of winning. I think that I did fairly well. I have always been a little too competative, but I think that I am mellowing with age. Our hosts (who would prefer to remain nameless) did a fantastic job, and Anne and Janet did a great job organizing. I am really looking forward to next year! After the tournament, Ian, Mary and I went off to the home of another friend who would rather be nameless to watch the taped Saskatchewan vs. Winnipeg labour day classic game. It was a great game, because my boys in green won, finally. Mary was adorable playing with their new coffee table and tormenting the cats.
On Monday we watched more football, and went over to visit Val and Iain. We are already plotting for the next Purgatory chronicle, and I picked out some patterns for Victorian clothing that I am going to make in the next couple of months. Yay! More sewing! My only concern is affording the fabric, but this time around I am going to be a bit more frugal. I ended up spending about $400 on my costume for the Elizabethan chronicle. Life sure was different back then!