What a weekend. Bones had his surgery to repair his torn cruciate ligament last Thursday, and came home on Friday. Here he is, plotting my demise for making him wear the dreaded cone.
Apparently, the vet no longer sends the dog home with a padded bandage on the leg. Bones' stapled incision is exposed. Woo boy, it's a doozy. On the positive side, he won't get the nasty pressure sore that Ollie got from his bandage. For the first night, as expected, he whined and cried from the discomfort. After that, he figured out how to get comfortable, how to walk around, how to lay down, how to demand a chin scratch, basically how to be a dog again. He's healing well (I think), and gets his sutures removed next week. I'll feel a lot better when that happens. I hate making him wear the cone. I think it really bums him out.
Since I was confined to the house for the weekend, caring for Bones, I got lots of domestic crap done. Primarily, I was psyched to try my new ice cream maker. Wow. Why didn't I get one of these before? I started with a recipe for coconut ice cream. Instead of saffron, as called for in the recipe, I simply added toasted coconut. Wow. Wow. Wow. Because I can't eat ice cream without something, I also whipped up a fruit crisp, using the abundance of plums and apricots that I had on hand. I ate only one bowl. CPM made it disappear little by little over the course of the next few days.
I also whipped up a quilt top.
I don't have a rotary cutter, so I decided to tear my fabric to make the pieces. That was actually fun. The pieces ended up coming out not exactly the same size, but I don't believe in perfect, so that was fine. I still need to make the quilt sandwich, make the binding, quilt the thing, and then bind it. Eh. Maybe before the year ends.
I will leave you with a post from another of my favorite blogs, Stuff White People Like. This one hits a little too close to home, I think. It's about Vespas. I have a Vespa...I am white. Oh god.