Surgery took longer than expected (scar tissue = a torn hole in the bladder, apparently) but well, though they won’t know if the tumor is going to require chemo or radiation until pathology comes back in a couple of weeks. Speaking of which, just before we left town, we found out that Katy has a tumor on her face that is going to require surgery. Up to $1500 worth, which I don’t even know how or if we can manage, but I decided not to think about that until we get back to Minnesota.

We brought mom home to her apartment this afternoon, and she was tired enough that she just wanted to sleep. We were thus able to spend some time hanging out with friends.  Which I’ll sum up with this:

It’s the existential questions that really get to the heart of friendship.

Hi! Has my cunning ploy to make you fonder with my absence succeeded? Because it was entirely intentional, I assure you. Wipe any thought from your mind of my thinking “oh, I have stuff to write about, just let me get these photos processed” on no fewer than seventy-two occasions since last we spoke.  Really, now. Does that sound like something I’d do?

- ahem -

There was lots and lots and lots of snow, and then there was some more. We’re expecting a final (?) layer of the stuff on Thursday, though I’m sitting in the park in short sleeves while I’m typing this. Michael is laying on a blanket on the grass, golfers are pushing around their silly little carts, and the birds are all singing at once, making up for lost time.

I’ve been plenty busy. Work carries on quite well, and I feel like I’m (finally) really good at my job. I have four good knitting groups with great people every week, and awesome Crafty Brunch at Lori‘s once a month.  I get to hang out with Mary at least twice on her weeks off. Gwen and Kala and I are going to start a monthly “new yarn shop” field trip. I started taking a Spanish class.  Nik and Becky came to visit (with their fetus), and then Mandy (with Mordecai), who just left this afternoon.  My sister is coming to visit on Wednesday, and two days after she leaves for home, Michael and I will be driving down to spend a week in Columbia. My mom’s having surgery on the 10th, and we were both able to get the time off work to be with her for a week. While we’re down there, we’ll also get to cheer for Rachel when she defends her thesis research. Carisa is next on my “get her to come visit me” list (but she’s stubborn, so don’t say anything).

I have a pile of photos to share, but I’m taking a route to this post that will hopefully bypass the aforementioned (and totally nonexistent) route to nowhere. Post first, but stay tuned. There will be knitting and Yarnover pictures…I just need to get these photos processed.

Me: Don’t glance at me!

Michael: I’ll glance at the pope if I want to.

Me: You can’t. There isn’t one.

Michael: …

Me: (singsong) You can’t look at the Poh-ope.

After which he, understandably, resumes ignoring me and goes back to the game on his phone.