Flypaper thoughts back at the homestead

• First off good time at the pre-op. 
• Everyone was so nice to me, really outstanding. 
• Next time you drive by a hospital look up.
• All that goes on in there is people trying to help other people out, strangers mostly. 
• Those are big buildings.
• Not really a bad species after all you know.
• Husband arrives with fabric covered motorcycle in a trailer tomorrow.
• Have had numerous conversations about whether or not Mr. Rascal has had enough fluids and how often the convey is stopping to let him pee.
• I can fax you a full report.
• Nurse today wanted to make sure I understood I couldn't be "intimate" until 6 weeks post-op.
• Not sure she understands what intimacy looks like around here.
• The tree trunk was disappeared from the living room before I came home.
• There is a waist high pile of slipcovers in front of the washing machine.
• Not sure it was like that when I left town.
• More twigs than I remember under the couch, too.
• My son has a new girlfriend, a hot yoga instructor.
• As opposed to a yoga instructor who is hot.
• I think I have that right.
• New girl friend is vegetarian. 
• Lots of spouted beans left on the counter by now vegetarian son.
• How is it possible I want every new StyleArc pattern?
• Got a promise that the back yard grass will be cut before, not during, or after, today's next door wedding.
• Starlings are lying low or maybe just resting for later.
• Nice to sleep in my own bed after all.
• Son drops that he has heard you can grind up the bark of trees to make flour to make nutritious bread.
• Nah.
• Nah.
• Birdie is avoiding eye contact.
• Wish dogs could talk.
• Don't we all.
• Forgot that tons of rain also means that this city is lush and dark green in the spring.
• Yes I have gone from summer to spring.
• Am going to try to execute patternless maxi this weekend.
• Hope to make it look like I used a pattern.
• Drawing a blank on how to do that.
• Will try.
• To do that.
• And laundry.