Adventure

Yesterday was my mom's birthday and she and my brother and aunt came over for lunch. My mom had requested subs and brownies, so we had those--plus pizza for Dave, a salad that no one touched (lol), a pineapple upside down cake my mom brought and a pecan pie from my brother. Oh, and ice cream. And iced tea. Yes, I ate way to much. We gave my mom a gift certificate and a batik scarf in a Native American-ish design. We're also planning to send her and my aunt on a cruise once they decide where they want to go, since we missed their big milestone birthdays (60 and 70) during the pandemic. So far, my mom has expressed an interest in going to the Panama canal and on a transatlantic cruise and my aunt wants to go somewhere there are beaches. Hopefully they can work a common destination out of those things. We'll see.

My aunt brought my great grandmother's sewing machine with her. It's trashed from living in sheds and outside under tarps and the machine can't be salvaged. Heartbreaking. The iron treadle may be able to be used as table legs and the drawers might be pressed into service as small display shelves, but the rest of the cabinet is lost. We put it in the garage for now.

My aunt also brought some more of my grandmother's embroidery, two pillowcases that my grandmother made for her. I'll post photos of them soon.

A book came in the mail today, Cecilia Blomdahl's Life on Svaldbard: Finding Home on a Remote Island Near the North Pole. She is a 30-something woman from Sweden who moved to the northernmost city in the world, planned to stay a few months, and instead has been there almost a decade. I've followed her on youtube for awhile; There's something so appealing about her and her life, about the adventure of living so remotely and in such an austere setting. I want to support that kind of life, so I ordered her new book. I hope she publishes a million more books. We need more women who embrace adventure in our lives. 

My adventure this week? Macrobid and dental surgery (postponed until Monday).