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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Butterfly brain

When I was 11, I went to a school where the head nun had a special name for the flighty girls under her care (the ones who were giddy little things who were always getting into trouble).  She called them 'féileacán' (pronounced a bit like fail-uh-cawn (as in yawn)), meaning 'butterfly'.  Today, I have a butterfly brain, and Sr. Benigna would definitely not approve.

Firstly, I am sick.  Not properly sick, as in dying, but sick enough to stay at home.  I went to the dentist yesterday.  This involved laughing gas (wheeeee!) and a general anaesthetic.  I now have stitches in my mouth and am on a diet of mush.  I think anyone on a diet of mush can't be expected to behave seriously in a serious job with serious people.  So I am playing hookie.  (In truth my mouth hurts like hell and I keep telling my tongue not to go rooting at my stitches and the anaesthetic in my system is making me a bit dizzy, so I'm not entirely on the skive.)  Anyway, this means that I have lots of time to do stuff.  But I can't settle to much.  I have finished a book called Room by Emma Donaghue which is just breathtaking.  Such a powerful story told by an original voice.  It's had lots of publicity so I suspect you may already have read or heard about it.  And I don't want to ruin it for you by telling you the story.  But please please please rush out and buy it.  Immediately.

I have also been opening and closing the fridge a lot trying to figure out what I can eat.  Mr. P has come into his own, making leek and potato soup (pureed of course).  And he has bought me flowers.  He buys flowers on occasion when I'm not sick too, but it was just lovely yesterday to wake up in the afternoon to these... my favourite jug...

AND this rather splendid specimen...
... now living next to the parrot (an incense burner, which isn't usually my cup of tea but was too difficult to resist...)
So there you have it - homely Spring daffodils and a delicate hothouse flower, which together perfectly match my butterfly mood.

This afternoon, I have plans to crochet.  This doubtless means I will fall asleep in front of an old movie instead....



  1. Get well soon! Off to add The Room to my Amazon wish-list...

  2. So sorry to hear you are under the weather - I wish you a speedy recovery!

    I suffer from Goldfish brain - namely when working on projects. I have a short attention span occasionally and flit from project to project or forget what I'm meant to be working on - usually because I'm fed up of what I'm working on! :)

  3. Oh dear! You do right to stay at home....and falling asleep in front of an old movie sounds the perfect treatment. Get well soon xxx

  4. I don't know if recovering from general anaesthetic counts as playing hookie ;) When I had surgery the anaesthesiologist told me that even if they weren't going to cut me open, the effects of the drugs are such that he'd recommend I stay home for at least 3 days afterwards.

    Enjoy your crafting!

  5. Ooooh sounds painful. Hope you perk up soon. the flowers are lovely xx

  6. Hope you're feeling a little better today. I'm sure those lovely blooms cheered you up lots, I've got two orchids, they're such lovely flowers.

  7. Hello there,

    I just came across your blog and I like it a lot. Will be coming by here more often. Have a great weekend. Greetings from Indiana...Heidi

  8. Oh you poor thing!
    But what a lovely hubby to bring you flowers and make you mushy soup- thats love!
    Hope you have some crochet comfort anyway.
    Book sounds intriguing


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