The color's washed out in the second picture. See my Big Ben stitch marker? Had to use that!
The father type got home from Dublin, of course. Father type had two days off for July 4 weekend, so we took advantage and went into NYC on the Thursday before July 4. Wandered around and ended up at the new Whitney and on the High Line. A fun day indeed!
(Love that London has their iconic red double deckers and London taxicabs whereas NYC has the iconic yellow cabs.) (Couldn't help comparing the two cities the whole time I was in NYC.)
The boy child came home on July 3 -- his friend picked him up from the train station for a change. It was just a short weekend visit -- some out of town family friends were visiting for the weekend and the boy child wanted to see them too. We all went to Boscobel for the Shakespeare performance on July 4, had a picnic before the show on the grounds. Such a view from the grounds of Boscobel, right on the Hudson!
(He's old enough to drink! Yikes!!)
The show was the Arabian Nights (not Shakespeare!). The company stopped the performance for the fireworks that were taking place all around the Hudson. We saw at least 4 different fireworks displays going on, the closest and most spectacular being across the river at West Point.
The tent under which the show takes place.
The next morning everyone got together for breakfast down at our lake. The family from out of town is part of the playgroup that used to exist when all of our kids were tiny -- from babyhood on, these kids were friends, and still are. So everyone from the old playgroup who was in the neighborhood came down to gab and visit and take pictures.
And then it was time to say goodbye to the boy child again late in the afternoon. Back to Boston he went.
I was planning on writing a blog post after that weekend, but nothing doing. That night, Sunday (July 5), Father type came down with uncontrollable shivers and a very high fever out of the blue. When tylenol didn't seem to be helping, I took him to the emergency room. We had a long night there, but were sent home around 1:30 in the morning with antibiotics.
It took all week, a couple of visits to the Father type's usual doctor, plus blood culture tests, to determine what was wrong. The diagnosis went from pneumonia at the hospital (huh? No symptoms!!), to gall bladder at the doctor's, to finally diverticulitis. All the time, everyone sort of ignored that the only symptom had been a bit of pain in the lower abdominal region.
Luckily the antibiotics seemed to work fairly quickly. The father type was down to a normal temp by Tuesday, and feeling almost pretty normal in general by Wednesday. We are to watch him for a recurrence once the antibiotics are finished -- which happens this coming Wednesday. Fingers crossed he will be just fine and dandy!
While I was tending the patient this past week, I worked on my Boxy sweater (the fingering weight, Mad Tosh Light one in Worn Denim) since I felt I needed some straight stockinette knitting during this stressful period. Wimbledon was still going on too.
Yes, I followed two matches at a time at times. How could you not when Murray was playing on one court and Federer on another?
This weekend was quite restful for us both. Father type will be going back to work on Monday. I am sad because Federer lost to Djokovic at the Wimbledon final once again. :(
Thanks as always for stopping by and saying hi. I hope everyone has a great week.