About Me

My photo
Three years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Thursday, December 08, 2016

Doll stuff and a tablescape.

First the doll stuff. We bought these at Daiso last weekend. Four little chairs, one little table. Middlest and I talked it over, and we will probably go back and get another table, so that the tables, which are not quite tall enough to fit dolly knees under, could function as end tables in two groupings of two chairs each. That will probably not happen until after the Christmas ornaments are put away. I need to make or find little tablecloths or thin glass circles to fit on top of the tables (maybe circles of the kind of plastic you put on top of steel shelving to keep things from falling through?) so that the plates and cups will not wobble. These chairs are the right size for Chutzpah and her cronies.

And next, the tablescape. I wanted to bring some red into that center bowl, and I think we were successful.

In other news, I now have a tatting board on Pinterest. And it's 11:00, and I meant to be in bed an hour ago. Good night! (Take that any way you like.)

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

O Tannenbaum!

After nearly two weeks of fiddling around, we are done with the tree. I used the small LCD up-light that I thought would be such a good idea to illuminate the arrangement of forsythia in the French flower bucket (and wasn't) to spotlight the tree before snapping this on my phone. It evened out the light remarkably well. And possibly blinded anyone walking by on the street

There are other pictures, but I will save them for tomorrow night.

I've worked through one email of hints, and I am done playing with the dead people for now. I need to put my lunch dishes in the sink, lay out my clothing for tomorrow, take my meds, and call it a night.

I was able to sync and automate most of Middlest's meds, and those were delivered this afternoon. I also picked up my refill on the diuretic from my own pharmacy. I will miss working with them, but they are no longer on the vendor list with my insurance, so I am hoping that Middlest's pharmacy is.

Tomorrow after work I am going to stop in at the new yarn shop that's on the way home. They are open late on Thursdays for knitting, and that will go a ways toward keeping my socialized until the holiday madness is over that the Tuesday night location.

Fading fast, y'all. I'm outta here!

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Chili and cornbread. No, we didn't save you any.

I messaged Middlest just before leaving the office building, "Shall we have chili tonight?" Immediate response was, "Yes, that sounds delightful," with a big smiley face for emphasis. So we opened up the small vat of chili that we brought home from Costco (took me forever to get the blasted lid off), and I set it to simmer while stirring up a batch of corn muffins. Once that was in the oven, Middlest unloaded the dishwasher and stirred the pot, then I went into the kitchen and fed the dishwasher with everything that had piled up since breakfast yesterday. (We rinse and stack. It's not like an episode of Hoarders.) By the time the muffins were done, the chili was hot.

1 empty red latte cup + 1 cup of incredibly good chili + 1 split corn muffin = culinary peace on earth, goodwill to digestion. We had enough leftovers to fill five small containers for future lunches with a muffin in a baggie for each serving, and two muffins in two additional baggies for random snacks.

Knit only marginally happened today, and when I log off here, I will probably grab the wrapping paper and wrap the last of the Christmas gifts. Or I may do that after work tomorrow night. I'm feeling uncharacteristically relaxed, and I may just go to bed instead.

I volunteered myself for one of the committees next year: quarterly secretarial meeting. Have sent out the first Doodle invitation. I love Doodle. Not as much as I love spreadsheets, but quite a bit.

Middlest spent the day with Mel and Squishy, always enjoyable for all. Squishy will pick up Middlest on Friday and deposit my kid at the college to meet with a counselor and (hopefully) get registered for classes.

Yup. Nodded off for a moment at the end of that sentence. Bed it is.

Monday, December 05, 2016

Mandatory fun.

SemperFi's word for it. I completely forgot, until I got to work, that we were having the office team-building outing and Christmas activity, a reprise of last year's bowling. I was smart enough this year to opt out of the actual bowling* and spent my time cheering my friends on, eating mediocre pimiento cheese and indifferent guacamole with Ritz crackers. (That will give my anti-cholesterol meds something to talk about.)

Came home long enough to eat a bagel and shmear, then dashed out again to Half Price Books, hoping to find something for the boy-grands. Scored half a dozen "Who Was" books for BittyBubba and one of the suggestions for Bittiest, then drove across the highway to B&N to see if I could find one of the others. Bingo, and at a much better price than the book I got him last year.

I just spent half an hour or so looking up and printing off pedigrees for the three "Who Was"-es to whom I am related. I'll enclose those with the relevant books.

Middlest's migraine appears to be easing slightly. When I got home tonight, all the lights were on in that bedroom (as opposed to it being lit only by the nightlight as it has been for the past two or three days).

I have to submit mileage for the field trip today. What a lot of paperwork for a four-mile round trip. $2.16, less taxes. I was mildly amused to learn that the mileage rate for business is $0.54 per mile, while medical mileage is $0.19 per mile, and charitable mileage is $0.14 per mile. Mammon appears to be winning by (dare I say it?) a mile.

Yesterday, while cleaning out my inbox, I managed to save a dozen or more spinach recipes to Pinterest. I think my body is trying to tell me something. Meanwhile, I am having a small bowl of mashed potatoes as a cushion for all the meds I'll be taking in less than half an hour to land on.

Feeling quietly happy, quietly tired, and quietly grateful for a day that was 99% pure pleasure.

Sunday, December 04, 2016

Sabbath blessings.

I have foregone the usual Sunday afternoon nap in favor of wrapping presents for my grandchildren and my sister. I need to pick up a book for BittyBubba and Bittiest, but I am otherwise done, and it was so much fun to cut and wrap and tape. I have four large brown grocery bags labeled with names, as I've not yet added ribbons or tags.

Middlest has been fighting migraine all day, but we spent a lovely couple of hours visiting quietly before and after the First Presidency's Christmas devotional.

While at church, I turned the heel on the baby sock I've been nibbling away at. I got most of the way through the heel gusset decreases during the last couple of talks in the devotional.

This morning I roughed out the program for Christmas Day, but the brother who will be performing on the cello was not at church today and thus far has not replied to my email.

Looking forward to a busy week at work, knitting at the new yarn shop on Thursday night, picking up Fourthborn on Friday night, family fun on Saturday, and the ward Christmas party on Saturday night.

I am gently tired, vaguely hungry, minimally achy, and ready to clear the wrapping debris off my bed and throw myself into it.

Saturday, December 03, 2016

The itching has subsided.

The swelling has not, entirely, but my ankles no longer look sunburned.

We've had a good day. I pre-washed the quilt fabric last night before going to bed. Woke up once during the night and felt the fabric before going back to bed. It was still somewhat damp, so I must not have been asleep all that long. When I awoke at a proper hour this morning, all the bits were nicely dried and ready for pressing.

Firstborn and Fourthborn checked in at the quilt shop, then came over here to visit for a bit while Middlest and I worked on our blocks. They left, we left, and a day-long series of errands began. First we picked up our new blocks. Then we went to Costco by way of Tuesday morning and Ross, looking for a new duvet cover for Middlest. I also found a bowl that is the perfect size for the centerpiece on the dining room table. Picture to follow, eventually. We are still decorating the tree, and the table is covered with storage tubs and half-emptied containers.

We got out of Costco under $100, always a win in this woman's book, and drove up the road to Daiso, a Japanese store that opened recently in Plano. There are a handful of them scattered around the Metroplex. Scored four chairs and a table in Chutzpah size.

On our way home, we stopped at the consignment store where Fourthborn and I discovered "the slutty pig" a couple of years ago. It still has not sold, but the Mardi Gras beads that had been draped around its neck ~ and inspired its name ~ are gone. The pig is every bit as charming as when I first saw it, priced at $895. (I know!) Picture a finely carved carousel animal, complete with saddle, but mounted on rockers and beautifully painted. I was amused to see that the price tag had been marked up to $998 and then lined through and marked $750.

The food is put away. I've eaten my leftovers for dinner, followed by rather too many ginger cookies washed down with buttermilk. Middlest has polished off the last dab of eggnog, which was necessary in order for me to have room to stash the buttermilk in the door of the fridge. We have wrangled the duvet into the duvet cover, and Middlest is settling down for the night. I'm about ready for that myself, but I have to clear a bunch of purchases off the bed first. I don't want to risk any of them crashing to the floor in the middle of the night.

Hoping for some solid sleep and a restful Sabbath tomorrow.

Friday, December 02, 2016

Home, safe, well-fed, and itchy.

I think I may be allergic to something in the apple cider that I bought, because mid-afternoon, while I was typing up a storm, I suddenly realized that my left ankle hurt. I pulled up my pantleg and saw that my leg was as swollen as if I had not been taking a diuretic for the better part of the month, and it nearly as red as a perfectly cooked lobster. There was an indentation an eighth of an inch deep all the way around, right at the level of my sock elastic. And my ankles itched like fury. I put some lotion on them and got back to work. The swelling has gone down considerably, as has the redness, and they don't itch any more, but both ankles are still distinctly unhappy.

It's 8:30 on Friday night, and I've just figured out the music for church on Sunday. I realized while in the shower this morning that I had neglected to do so. Can't blame this one on the dead people. I had to leave voicemails for the YW president and the choir director, as I didn't have a final copy of the choir program for the 18th. The YW president called me back, then emailed me what she had. Couldn't open it here on my desktop, but I could from my phone, so I got to work. I still need to put together the program for Christmas Day, but I need to find out if the cellist has his solo that day or the week before.

Middlest reminded me that tomorrow is the day we pick up our new quilt blocks, and I haven't even pre-shrunk the material for the current blocks. So I will do that before hitting the sack, and cut things out early in the morning (because I'll probably wake up at the usual time), and then Middlest and I will work together to get the job done.

I'm not quite as tired tonight as I was last night, but much as I would love to work on family history, taking care of this crabby body is a somewhat higher priority.