But first, a digression. Many thanks, Brother Sushi, for giving me the speakers that weren’t quite loud enough for you. They did a fine job with the song that I posted yesterday! [I played it again before retiring to a quiet corner with my knitting.] And equally well with the song linked below. You rock!
My friend Kristen found this. She comes up with the best assortment of things to ponder. And what this good man had to say is right in line with what President Uchtdorf said at the Relief Society broadcast on Saturday night.
Have you seen this?
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Not only do they knit like crazy, they have a gift for musical comedy. Or tragedy. Or something. I do love a good parody. [Girls, when I die, I would love it if at the memorial service you all sang There is Beauty All Around, When There’s No-one Home; not quite the version we see in the hymnal, but ever so much livelier!]
I had maybe the most fun ever, going visiting teaching last night. I found another kindred spirit! And though my VT companion and I had a miscommunication and I ended up going alone, I can tell I am going to like her a lot, as well.
The stealth project is trucking along. I am caught up to where I was when I frogged it the other day. And I don’t have anything scheduled for tonight, which I think might become catch-up-the-laundry night, with a side order of knitting while everything sloshes and spins. Or maybe I will do that tomorrow night, since my feet aren’t quite ready to barefoot it on the dance floor, and I will just spend tonight at home with my knitting. Either way, there will be dolmas for dinner.
Another fine article from Meridian magazine.
This guy was on the cover of *PLMW: Professional Legal Management Week Magazine*.
It never hurts to ask. [I hadn’t heard anything back from either of them at the end of the day.]
Speaking of men, why is it that some of them can say “Good morning, ma’am,” and it sounds like “Hey, baby, baby”, while others can say, “Let me get that door for you, sweetheart,” and all you feel is delight and gratitude, even if you have never set eyes on them before? Some fellows can proposition you, and you understand that they mean it as the most profound compliment, while others can propose marriage, and all you want to do is deck them?
Paraphrasing Freud, what do men want? [Well, other than that.]
No secretarial training yesterday, as my co-trainee had to take a day of vacation because her kids were out of school, and none of her family could watch them. I entered a new minor settlement into the system and helped my primary backup enter lawsuits.
The tub is filled and waiting for me. Pigs in blankets are browning in the oven. I’ve updated the draft on the stealth project. Now I just have to figure out what I am wearing to work today; my system of cubbies only works when I have a good supply of dressy T-shirts to roll up, and they are all in the wash.
- 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!