Got the visiting teaching information entered after work last night. Visited with the bishop about the needs and personalities of some of the less-active sisters. Visited with a couple of the stalwart sisters in the hall, between other activities. Oh, what noble spirits these women have!
And yes, there was knitting progress as well. When I went to bed, I had completed 4 of the 8 paired increases on the right sleeve. No knitting this morning, so far, because I ran to the store for milk and juice and cheese sticks and more cookies to bake for the staff meeting.
Most of the cookies for this afternoon’s support staff meeting are baked and cooled and bagged and ready to go. The others are in the oven and will come out shortly.
I had a quietly, steadily productive day at work and am looking forward to more of the same today.
I also have ants in my kitchen. Big ones, with steak knives and parachutes and possibly a grenade or two.
Am waiting with the best imitation of patience I can muster, for the yarn I ordered last week to arrive, along with Franklin’s book.
I got a few cards sent out to the less-active sisters. I even remembered to turn in my receipts, but I did not remember to wait for the reimbursement check.
If this post is reading more like Hemingway than Macaulay or Maugham, it is because the vast majority of it was written last night, when I was running on fumes. I bought dinner a hair or two before 7:00pm; I did not get around to eating dinner until after I got home at 9:00.
Fresh chocolate chip cookies and a good night’s sleep will cure just about anything. A run to the grocery store at 5:30, with the top of the car damp from an overnight shower of rain, just about guarantees that this will be another splendid day. I love the rain!
I was putting away the yogurt while the oven heated, when I discovered the remnant of last night’s sandwich, which will go to work with me for lunch today unless I eat it for breakfast. I am driving in today. I don’t want to wrangle all that food onto the train and off again. Much simpler, if not so restful, to park across the street from the office. I will miss a good chunk of knitting time this morning, but I will have lots of lovely quiet inside the car, in which to pray and meditate and rejoice. I leave you with this.
Create. [Maybe by driving in today, I will encourage my yarn to arrive in today’s mail?]
- 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!