Caity spent most of the weekend wearing her best friend's jacket, because it just made her feel a tiny bit better than the 'completely awful' that has pervaded much of the last 6 days. It still feels a lot like the whole accident happened to someone else.
if you can't tell - this was my chair! I sat here quite a lot, by which I mean 'I lay here half-comatose from when I got out of bed until it was time to go back to bed'!
The beach house was close to the ferry boat terminal, which was wonderful, because I wasn't well enough to do very much except sit in that chair by the window, so having the boats to watch was very cheering!
We got there Friday night, and I managed to sit up and play cards for a while before we all crashed out for the night, and then on Saturday morning Cathy went off to Langley and gathered up clues for the annual murder mystery weekend that was taking place there. I did this...
quite a bit, whilst looking out the window at this...
this is the front deck of our little beach cottage.
oh look, there's the ferry boat - I saw quite a lot of ferryboats, or rather, the same two ferryboats quite a lot of times, this weekend!
It was a pretty short walk to the water really, but was too far for me to go on Saturday - I made it on Sunday morning, with a cup of tea, and sat right under that flag, watching the orcas play in the water. The ferryboats divert their crossing route to give the orcas enough room, which is lovely!
Poppy, being a very good dog, took it upon herself to make sure that I rested plenty, and so she spent most of the weekend pinning me to the chair...
she's very good at it!
I have taken more Advil in the last 3 days than I usually take in 3 years, I am exhausted, bruised, exhausted, beaten up, and exhausted. I have worn sweats all weekend, I have slept in the sweats I wore during the day, and in the morning just changed into different, clean, sweats, I have been well fed, filled with gallons of tea, I have slept, watched ferryboats, petted the dog, eaten something someone else prepared, and slept again, steadily, for 48 hours. I have barely knitted anything which, for those who don't know me well already, I should point out is astonishing, because I'm always knitting something or other!
This afternoon I did manage a shower, and then fell asleep with my hair still wrapped in a towel, so you can imagine how it looked when I woke up - yeah, THAT good! Let's just say, it was a good match for the sweat pants!
And this evening we drove the whole entire mile to the ferryboat, sat in the line for a while, got on the ferry, got off the ferry 15 minutes later, and went to Ivar's Fish and Chips to get supper.
As we walked back to the car with our supper, some people spilled out of a bar, haphazard and giggly, and a girl said to us 'you should go in there, it's really fun in there' and a guy said 'yeah, and I just put $20 in the jukebox and picked songs they won't let me listen to' - and we laughed and agreed that it must be a very fun place, because they were obviously very drunk and had already had WAY too much fun - it was, after all, only 8 o clock at night! And we herded our two teenagers by, and the guy looked at my girls and stated loudly 'Your Mother Is Gorgeous!' - and we all laughed our heads off because, really, I'm in sweats, I have 'slept in a towel' hair, I'm on too many Advil and I look like, well, like I was in a car wreck 6 days ago!
But hey, you gotta take your compliments where you can get them, right?