FORTY-ONE

We're having a lot of fun experimenting with the smoker. Smoked duck was such a luxurious gustatory pleasure. 

2022 week forty-one

Chased by a very *very* rustic blackberry tart. 

Poor Buddy has just had a week. Early in the week he rolled over too hard in the night and busted his head open on his nightstand! He moaned and muttered a bit so I went to lay with him and calm him. I didn't realize he was bleeding. It wasn't until the morning and I was trying to brush his hair that we found a clump of bloody hair. 

I ha to clean under Funyun's hide and I heard an "Ew!" by the door coming from my boss. She snapped a few photos despite being grossed out. 

This was very upsetting for some. I will say, he must have been cold because he snuggled me very tightly -nearly too tightly. 

Buddy's rotten week continued with getting in trouble three days in a row. I caught him in the hallway on Wednesday to try to give him a pep talk. He was having a rough day. The next day he and V stayed home because they were coughing so much they didn't really sleep. 

By Saturday they were feeling better enough to be dangerous. V was shooting her arrows through targets in the yard and Theo set up a ramp for his truck. He came in an hour later and rushed past me with his chin tucked to his chest and locked himself in the bathroom. He let me in and kept it together enough for me to see scrapes all over his neck (!) before he started crying. He had been sliding down his ramp and some part of the swing caught him around the neck when he fell. 

He said on Sunday, "Usually it's so nice to look in the mirror. But now it is just a consequence to see my ugly neck!" 

We were so delighted to meet up with old ballet friends for a long play at the park. In some ways it was harder having seen all of these girls and their wonderful moms and realize how much we miss them. 

I love this little phases of the moon plate I picked up at Halloween City. Theo has been begging and nearly crying to go look at all the spooky decorations. I made it his reward for a really really good cleaning of his room. He flitted around like a will-o-the-wisp from one horrible mask and costume to the next. All the while Veronica is reading aloud all the horrible names for these costumes and I'm trying to shush her while she loudly asks what they all mean. 

The kids helped me pick out Halloween treats for our neighbors and were delighted to doorbell ditch them.

Miss Rosie came over later to show us how she looked in the costume we left for her. Haha.