Nearly-mindless knitting at its best. This is how far I was when I went to bed last night.
She went to church with me yesterday and was a perfect lady. I am looking forward to many happy hours in her company before she becomes persnickety and lacy again.
This is the couch, ready for company last night.
And the coffee table with its accustomed runner, safely covered over with glass. Yes, I found the good stemware yesterday, and I followed through on the inspiration to pick up three gallons of water and put two of them in the fridge on Saturday night. So we had plenty of lovely, cool water to drink.
One of these days I will unearth the good napkins as well.
I love afternoon church. It is conducive to thinking and pondering and puttering. I got so much accomplished yesterday morning before it was time to clean up and head out the door. The couch cleaned off, the coffee table adorned and set for dinner, another corner of the kitchen put to rights. When I left, I was ready to sit still and listen for three hours.
And I had another meeting with the bishop, this time to discuss my new calling. It’s a good one*, and I’m excited. Church etiquette requires that I not divulge it until I've been sustained by the congregation in sacrament [because we uphold one another in our callings by common consent, and if everybody leaps up and says “Ewww, not her” then that would create a problem].
*A good one by my very subjective standards, meaning that I am not the nursery leader. Though if that’s the calling they had extended, I would have accepted, because really it’s not the bishop who extends the call, it’s the Lord, and I already gave Him a lifetime’s worth of no-thank-yous before I joined the church.
Firstborn asked for my modifications on her Texas Skillet recipe. This batch:
1 can garbanzo beans [chickpeas]
1 can Great Northern beans
1 can ranch style beans
1 can kidney beans
1 can black beans, undrained
2 cans Ro-Tel Original
1.5 lbs extra lean ground beef [4% fat], browned with jarred minced garlic to taste.
Sour cream and guacamole to top it off.
Equals one very full crock pot, two full-to-the-gills missionaries, and three not-quite-sedated middle-aged Saints. I sent most of the leftovers and all of the leftover chips home with the elders, and a bag of brownies home with everybody, and I still have two meals’ worth in the fridge. Plus the leftover sour cream and guacamole.
I put everything but the stemware to soak in the sink, overnight, and am fixin’ to go in there and wash it up properly.
What a great weekend it was!
- Four 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!