Much has happened. (And I continue to celebrate having a list of answers to, "So what's new with you?")
I bought a 1952 Wedgewood stove. It's sitting in the carriage house, where I'm trying to refurbish it. It is one heck of an intimidating project; I may finally have taken on one too big for me. But, I did get the four burner valves turning; now I've just got to get the main oven valve to turn. And, um, I have to do so by tomorrow. Because the plumbers are installing it Monday, and it will have to work.
And I have to clean tomorrow and make dinner for our priest and some other friends who are coming over. Also Monday, the plumbers are finishing the powder room! The penny-round tile is already in, and a replacement marble threshold, and they threw out my original vintage sink (!), so they agreed to replace it, and I found an even cooler vintage sink on craigslist (for a really good price - I'm nice to do business with, I swear).
Yesterday, I got my first depo provera shot. I barely felt it - from now on, I think my husband can give them to me at home.
But the real news for today happened just this afternoon. My husband and I drove out to meet a woman giving away her precious doggy (she had just gotten divorced and couldn't keep the doggy, sadly). Bailey the Dog appears to be half Greater Swiss Mountain Dog and half black lab. She is five or six, and is polite and well-behaved. She pulls a bit on her leash, but that's OK because she's only 50 pounds (unlike the 135-pound behemoth of a St. Bernard we were considering. But he was very expensive, even though a rescue). She likes going for walks and hanging around outside, and generally following us around. (I know she will be sad for a few days, because she doesn't understand why she had to leave her family or even where the heck they are, or where the heck she is.)
I know I don't have a surprise adopted child or anything like that, but say hello to Bailey!