Hello from Sunday night, which turned into a Monday post...again

Well, I must admit that this operation has knocked me on my butt!Here I was all lah-di-dah thinking, "right, op on Monday, yoga class on Wednesday." Well, not exactly what I managed. Actually, not even close to what I managed.I did some research and asked my mother, (who is an anaesthetist herself), and the long and short of it is that the anaesthetic drugs settle in the fat cells and take a while to clear, and the longer the procedure, the longer the clearing. It seams that the 90 minutes might take up to one month for my body to get rid of the toxins. Damn, wish there was such a thing as organic anaesthetic. (Don't say they could have hit me over the head...lol) So I'm plodding along feeling awfully tired and moody and no yoga at all.There have been some lovely and bright spots in my week though, The weather's been so warm and sunny that I washed all the quilts and feather pillows and hung them in the sunshine to dry, had a lovely harvest of organic grapes from the garden, and I also caught up with some of my children for a fabulous curry supper under purple lights...mmm prawn vindaloo. We had Ziggy with us and she was so good that she slept almost thru the whole supper.Who else loves curry? Do you make it at home? I hardly ever do, except maybe for butter chicken or something like aloo gobi, but I think I should make it more often.Also, I've been feeling a bit stuck at home and have not had much energy for art, so I decided to rearrange things round here to look a bit more late summer-autumnal. I decided I wanted to look at this large oil of a late summer meadow. I painted this several years ago, but it's one of those paintings I really love, so have never sold it.Over the years I've built up a collection of vintage decoy ducks, (I buy one each time I visit Quebec), and I decided to have my lone goose on the mantle. Behind it I put an oil I painted when I was 20 something, of aspen in the autumn.Further along are some potted plants and a wooden quail/partridge I found in the forest close to my father's cabins.On the other side are the two stupid white cats, (as my children call them), a little art piece of fog in an old tobacco tin I did last year, and a little porcelain of my great grandmother. I have to tell you the story of the stupid white cats: so I found one about 20 years ago and just loved it. Then the second one shortly after that. These two hung around the fireplace off and on in two previous houses for years, and, about five years ago, my children thought it would be funny to start buying me every white porcelain cats they come across, and now I have seven! They still come and go, but these two original ones seem to be hanging around more these days.I'm hoping for some cooler weather soon, (the garden sure needs it), and, to help with the cooler weather wishful thinking, I've brought in some firewood.So now that I like my living room I have to go redecorate the rest of the house...just need a bit more energy.But for now I'm rearranging my wardrobe, filling the house with garden dahlias, and enjoying every warm, late summer day.