This is going to bug some of you who see the importance of chastity and fidelity differently than I do. Nevertheless, I give it a resounding “amen”. I read Laura Brotherson’s column in Meridian on a regular basis, and I subscribe to her newsletter re: marital intimacy. [I would really, truly like to get things right next time, if there is a next time.]
My friend Sooz has another great column in Meridian. Like her, I am thankful for those of you who read my blog and have extended your friendship. Every blessed one of you is a miracle in my life.
I finished binding off Adamas on the ride into work. I started reading Hitchhiker’s Guide on my break. You know how Auntie Mame sang, “We need a little Christmas?” Well, I need a little lunacy at the moment, and I would prefer that it not come from within the four walls of my own brainpan.
Yes, I know I said I didn’t know if this was the right time to read it. I still don’t. But I’m trying again. I know that I don’t have the patience just now to tackle the second volume in the Twilight series. I think I would get irritated with Bella’s immaturity [she’s 18; she’s *supposed* to be a little immature, at least in today’s US culture; but still].
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my job and the people I work with? I went into work all fragile and frazzled, and by lunchtime I was feeling relatively normal. Of course, as Middlest is always quick to point out, there is normal-people normal, and then there is our-family normal. I might still be an ant or two short of a picnic, in terms of being fully functional. But I feel way better than I did on Monday morning.
Great visit with Trainman on the ride home. He was incredulous that I live so close to Central Market and had never tried their chocolate mousse cake. Says he, “We will just have to go to Central Market tonight and get you some of that cake.”
I flap my eyebrows at him, “Oh, we are going to do this, are we?”
“Yes, we are.” [Well, we didn’t. But I did. Also more dolmas, a small but perfect salmon steak, and a baking potato. Dinner last night was half of that potato, all of that salmon nuked with the lemon-dill sauce, and half of the chocolate mousse cupcake that I bought. I was not about to buy a whole cake that cost over $22.00! That’s three or more books off the bargain rack, or a skein of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn!]
That cake is almost a religious experience. My mouth has not been that happy since the last time I was well-and-truly kissed!
OK, time for a topic which does not threaten to undo all that lovely chocolate-induced endorphin haze. Behold the kitchen window and its shutters.
The somewhat blurry decorative gable vent.
And my porch light [as yet unphotographed] is now motion-sensitive. Woohoo!
- 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!