Thank goodness they only have this market every second Saturday. I'm tuckered.
That's a lie. I'm not terribly tuckered. But I've had enough measuring, stirring, wiping and washing.
I just called Karen to see what progress she's making. She has three ovens and is baking bread and buns for tomorrow.
"You sound cranky," I said.
"I'm not," she said. "But my back's getting sore."
Emil's aide took him to Saskatoon today to pick up his new AFOs. (We always call them "braces.") They are those Fiberglas things moulded to fit his feet and shins, and kept on by Velcro straps. They help keep him from being up on his toes when he walks. The provincial health plan covers the cost of them, which used to be well up over $1000. I am seriously grateful for Canada's medicare plan. If only we had one for dentistry!
He's always had hinged AFOs (hinged at the heel so there is a bit of give). This time they've given him one solid hingeless piece. That may take some getting used to.
I'll get a picture of them. He's coming out here this weekend.
"Especially since it will be Mother's Day," he told me. "You can look forward to spending Mother's Day with me."
That's right, sonny. Wouldn't have it any other way.