Thank you, thank you, thank you for your kind words, warm thoughts and heartfelt prayers on Dale’s behalf. We both read every comment and were truly comforted by them.

The healing continues, albeit too slowly for Dale as I think he’d like to have this completely behind him already. He’s got a ways to go. The eye is turning a lovely shade of yellow. Wanna see?

Pretty, yes? It’s so weird because from the right he looks absolutely fine and I sort of “forget” how awful he looks on the left until he turns his head. I get a little shock every time.

I’ve been trying to find some comfort in knitting, spinning and cooking but I’m still pretty rattled. Saturday I had to go buy a spring form pan and I got lost going to the store. Then when I got to the store I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I was there. It all came back to me eventually but I kept wandering around in a fog until I finally just went home. And then when I got home I climbed into bed with Dale and just cried and cried. I guess you could say that’s when it hit me.

Sunday I continued to be distracted and easily confused. I miscalculated how long the ham would take to cook and we wound up eating at 5 instead of 3. I forgot to put out the fresh pineapple that I had bought especially for Dale and I didn’t serve the rolls. I think you all know me well enough to know that this is really unlike me. I’m chalking it all up to a bit of leftover trauma and hoping I’ll be back to my organized little self soon.

In the meantime, look at this:

We let Hannah hide the plastic eggs this year and she put one of them inside a wall sconce. Luckily, Patrick spied it (and we smelled it) before she burned down the house. That would have been the frosting on the cake for this particular weekend, eh?