After posting about how I was going to make good use of my crafting supplies, I've made... nothing. Sickness hit our house. I was blissfully unaffected, which is rare, but Steven was sick. He was supposed to lead a camping trip for our youth boys last Friday night. There was no way he could do that, but thankfully, good friends stepped up and said they'd do a lock-in for the guys at the church that night. Change of plans, but at least the boys' event wasn't totally cancelled.
Saturday was a birthday celebration for our friend Marylou, as well as a Thanksgiving celebration among friends. Marylou loves Scrabble, so we played that, then ate this amazing cake my friend Sandy made:
Sunday was weird for several reasons I won't go into, but the worst of it was someone trying to take Doogie. I took the cats out with me to get my newspaper. While they were enjoying the sunshine, a woman drove by, circled back, then stopped in front of my house. I expected her to roll down her window to ask directions or something, but instead, she got out. She didn't say a word to me--just walked past me and headed towards Doogie, calling him "MooMoo." He was terrified and ran back into the house. She asked if he's mine, and when I said yes, she then asked if I was sure. Um, he ran into my house away from you! Do you really think he's not mine?!
We made three trips to the vet this week. Two days in a row of taking Calvin in first thing in the morning to get a urine sample, then sending him home when he had nothing to give. *sigh* Thankfully, the third time truly was the charm. His infection is gone! I also took Doogie in with us on the second day for a blood pressure check-up. After singing to him and praying over him for probably 15-20 minutes, he finally got calmed down enough to get a proper reading. He's still doing well and doesn't need medicine, which is good, because this sick-cat stuff is ridiculously expensive!
Life has been busy. Maybe I'll get to make stuff other than food this weekend. I can hope.