I found out this morning that my husband's beloved grandmother had passed away. Unfortunately, I had to be the one to tell him, because I found out from a social media post from his father, who hadn't gotten around to informing his own son. I hate being the bearer of bad news. I've never had a grandparent of my own who I really loved (three died before I was born, the fourth was loved but could also be mean and made my family's life really, really difficult), so I have a hard time understanding the loss of a grandparent. I feel so bad for my husband today.
But we did have a beautiful weekend this past weekend. We drove from our home in California up to Washington state, pausing to camp near Mt. Shasta in the rain. We visited my brother east of Seattle, then took a ferry to the San Juan Islands to visit my husband's father (the son of the grandmother who just passed). It was incredibly beautiful. We didn't manage to see any whales, but we did see a bald eagle, which was cool. The island that his father lives on was pretty great. The towns of Friday Harbor and Roche Harbor were ridiculously cute, the food was fantastic (I LOVE seafood), and I needed the time away. Unfortunately, we had to get up at 5 almost every day due to logistical issues with transportation, but it was still so nice to get away, and the pacific northwest is a place that I love (and would love to live, if I could talk my husband into it).
I took yesterday off from work to stay home and put in garden beds. I only got one built, but it was huge! 4 feet wide, 8 feet long, made of 2x12 redwood lumber. The 8-foot-long pieces were super heavy and really awkward to carry by myself. Now I just need to get my husband to help me fill it with soil and we'll be able to grow tomatoes! I'm planning to build another garden bed, but it may not be ready in time for the summer growing season. As long as I have tomatoes, though, I'm happy.
On the fertility front, nothing is happening. As usual. My period should start next week, at which point I need to call to confirm my HSG for the following week. I'm hoping that my period actually starts normally, instead of having days and days of spotting with maybe a day or two of regular bleeding. I guess we'll see.
I'm so sorry for your loss. And so sad that you had to find out on social media. I would think there must be a better way to share news like that...
ReplyDeleteI know! His brother has pretty much stopped talking to his dad, and I think he's considering it too. It makes me sad, but his dad wasn't much of a father to him.
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