So ... there's a reason that the Red Cross and the Swiss flag have something in common and that reason is this:
Swiss chocolate will cure what ails you. Or ... you won't even care about being sick.
I was lucky enough to be the recipient of this magical piece of pure swiss chocolate. Hand carried from Switzerland. From the proprietors of this store who took an excursion there, courtesy of Bernina.
Now ... I really, really like their sewing machines. And I generally feel better after sewing on mine.
But this ... this ... is different.
This is a medical miracle.
So ... what delectable goodness does it for you??
Kinko's who helps out the do-it-yourselfers ... and is frankly just a little weird.
At least that is my hope/wish/dream.
So ... remember how excited I am to be home and how much I missed my "normal" life and how nice it is not to take a 40 year old elevator down 6 floors in order to to my laundry?
Yeah. But as it turns out ... "normal" life is back with a vengence, and my "obligation-less" life that was boring me speechless a week ago is now the fodder of wistful memories.
The ol' calendar is full to the brim this week ... full of things I essentially enjoy and with people I have truly missed.
But ... they all take more energy than threading a needle and doing a crossword puzzle. All those little activities that I brought along to merely fill the time suddenly feel like they should be the essence of my day.
So ... how did this happen? Has this ever happened to you?
It stands to reason that I need a vacation. A three-hour tour would be perfect.
I just hope I pack enough evening gowns.
But, oddly enough, there are many things I will miss about our home-away-from-home. I will miss the experience of true city living. I will miss walking to get our groceries, and walking to downtown and the sense of community we had with everyone else who was walking in the opposite direction. I will miss looking out our window and seeing the lovely hotel and outdoor cafe (above) that was across the street.
Last week we received this picture from Sonny-boy and the Mrs. who live in a different city. This is what they saw out their Brooklyn window one week ago today. On the 11th. Of September. They also love their city views.
olive tree arching over the front walk. Yes ... I live in the suburbs and my house looks suspiciously like some of my neighbors' houses and it's still over 90 degrees out there in the shade.
But ... it's home.
So ... what are you looking at? What is your view? Feel free to show and tell.
So ... we're going home. Yep ... to Arizona. To real carpet and soft towels and decent internet connections and loving friends.
And we're doing it a week earlier than expected.
And we're glad.
However, we can't say that we won't miss many, many things about our stay here at The Baroness. Like crystal doorknobs and a swanky, art deco living room/lobby (sat in only slightly less often than our real living room/lobby) and cool breezes and an obligation-less life.
Oh yes ... and lifesaving doctors right across the street. Yep, we'll miss the ol' neighborhood.
Good bye dear Baroness. Don't worry, we will no doubt be back for an x-ray or two. But you have been a swell home-away-from-home.
And we will never forget you.
feathered friends. There are more, but let's face it ... I have to draw this out as long as possible.
crossword puzzles I have also done.
And when I'm doing it, I am quite the sewing machine.
I decided just about a week before our departure that I wanted to sew birds. Blue Birds. On Blue Backgrounds. I got all the backgrounds, birds and wings cut out ahead of time. I spent most of my time in the hospital (when not caring for PDaddy or yakking with Gin) reading a biography by Amy Tan. Then I managed to eke out these four babies in the last couple of days.
Only 12 more to go.
We are just trying to figure out whether or not this qualifies for the Summer Olympics or the Winter.
What's your vote?
Yep, the PDaddy is coming along like the trooper he is. Last week we actually had a setback (an irregular heartbeat that put him in the cardio ward for a couple of days) and I was like ... "Are you kidding me? We don't have setbacks! We only move forward!"
And that's when I realized that even with all we have been through, I feel like we live this very charmed life. And naturally the heartbeat "popped" back into place in not too long and we went back to an even better room with an even better view than before.
Miss Gin with me, but alas she went home on Saturday. Before she left, I combined some errand-running with a vigorous walk and the chance to take some pictures. I do love me some greenery! Okay ... so I just happened to end up in a quilt store (Undercover Quilts) down at Pike's Market. This little lovely in the window had some incredible machine stitching, not to mention happy, happy applique.
And just so you know. I am well aware that we are not really charmed ... we are blessed.
I'm just saying.