Last night Lindsay made us the most delicious dinner of
grilled vegetables, fresh fruit, and her glorious homemade rolls.
As the sun set, we dined outside in the (surprisingly) cooler-ish AZ weather.
We ate in the front yard under a large pine tree-
it was quite a cozy sight.
But I felt pretty gross.
The best word to describe me would be "blobby"-
Do you know that feeling?
I just kinda sit around with no personality or opinions holding
my bandaged hand close to my chest for comfort.
Lindsay braided my hair so I wouldn't get hair in my food while I ate.
What a true friend.
It won't last forever, but I feel like a stick in the mud.
Lindsay has been such a dear friend, taking care of me
and ensuring my children are happy, well-fed, and loved.
Last week she arranged for a very darling boy in their neighborhood
to take Claire on a date.
Of course, I wasn't able to see her off because I was downstairs throwing up
but I made Jane secretly film him picking her up.
Mr. Nielson asked the usual questions:
"How late will you be out?"
and "What are your plans."
(They went bowling, and she came home around 11:00).
She had a good time.
I have a follow-up appointment with Dr. L tomorrow.
I am very, very, very nervous to see my hand without a pinkie-
so are my kids. Change is hard.
