This is what accompanied me on the walk to the station last night. Dozens of trees, dripping and spitting on my head.
Pretty, though. I had the sniffles yesterday. I grabbed a spare box of tissues for my desk at work, then left it on the coffee table. So I took the box that was in Lorelai. And I ran through it before noon. Which meant that I had kim-wipes for my poor abused schnozz. I didn’t even bother to put on lipstick yesterday, so I probably looked even worse than I felt.
I think there must have been something in the air, which was washed away by the precipitation. Or possibly just frozen into submission. Because I feel fine this morning; a little tender about the beak, but that will pass.
I am taking the afternoon off to do a few errands and the smallest bit of indulgence shopping for myself. Yay for my Christmas Club account, which had more in it than I remembered. I will pay three small bills, and there will still be a smidgen of fun money. Not sure what I want to do. Maybe a trip to the Shabby Sheep? Or maybe I will stop at La Madeleine for an order of Strawberries Romanoff? It’s nice to have options.
I did a quick load of laundry last night, and I think I will go back and finish it up this afternoon when I’m done with the truly fun stuff. For some reason, it seems easier to do laundry in two batches these days; a load of whites, then fold them and put them away, and all the colored things another time. If I do it all at once it turns into a two-hour ordeal to sort by color and wash and re-sort by drying temperature and dry, and fold, and bring home, and another hour to put everything away.
I finished Clue 1 on the second Sockdown January Mystery Socks and will take them to Knit Night. I am also nearly done with the gusset increases on the Mean Green Jellybeans. I think I will rip back about five rows, because there is a nasty ladder developing along one side of the heel [but not on the other; weird!], and I think I will re-knit on two circs, or possibly go back to DP’s until I finish the increases. I’m glad that I know how to knit socks using three different modes and can switch back and forth, depending upon what part of the sock I’m on.
Gotta run; the tub is full, and I need to take the recycling out to the bins and then to the curb. My hair, which thankfully does not need to be washed this morning, is in serious need of fluffing. When I went to bed last night, my scalp was cold. So I took a page from the 1700’s and put a hat on my head, then the chinstrap for my CPAP, and then the facegear. My feet were warm [I slept with one sock on because I renewed my Rx for the athlete’s foot and treated my foot before I went to bed], my head was warm, and I slept like a baby.
When Brother Right does show up, he had better be a man with a good sense of humor, because I caught a look at myself in the bathroom mirror with my chinstrap on, before I took it off to put on the hat. I looked like Albert Einstein’s baby sister. After the hat went on and the chinstrap went back on and my foot was bundled up, I looked like Ruth Buzzi’s character from Laugh-In masquerading as Darth Vader’s mom for Halloween.
Nice, nice visit with Trainman last night, catching one another up on our respective New Year celebrations. As I suspected, I had way more fun than he did. He was tired and went home and was in bed by 9:00 [middle age, I once read, is when you choose the option that gets you home earlier], while I was still dancing at 11:18. I told him about my adventure with the flat tire. He told me about an inexpensive compressor which he keeps in the trunk of his car for such emergencies. That may well be part of my splurge this afternoon, but there is going to be something impractical and [1950’s style] feminine to the day as well. I won’t go so far as baking and dusting in my pearls, however; I do have standards!
- 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!