Relief Society went well; this was the week each month when we have opening exercises with the Young Women. They handled that and led us in the Young Women’s theme and went to their classroom. And then one of my counselors conducted the rest of our meeting. I made a brief plug for the dance next Saturday and said that if anybody had an overwhelming urge to go, there would be room in my car. [Hrmm, guess that means I’m going, right?]
In Sunday School, I made some comment, and the teacher grinned and said, “Great answer; they should call you to be Relief Society president, or something.” Much laughter.
To which I replied “Shh! Shh! Shh!”, with my finger to my lips. More laughter.
I came home and ate the chicken Caesar salad I brought home from the store Saturday night and put the chips by the front door. Then I put in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” and finished the left front of the Sunrise Circle Jacket.
I wasn’t as woozy when I went to bed Saturday night as I’d been the night before. I was a little sleepier than usual during church, in spite of a decent night’s sleep. The wooz-factor last night was incrementally less, as well. Crazy whooshing inside my head for a few seconds, and then the room righted itself. Good thing I was lying down, no? Since it took about a week of using the topical corn remover for these symptoms to manifest, I am hoping that they will be gone by the end of this week. Please, oh please let this not be the new normal...
I knitted the first couple of inches on the right sleeve at Firstborn’s last night but frogged back to the first row again this morning. I just finished the turning row at the cuff, my yarns are properly oriented at the end of the row, and I am ready to gallop up to the underarm. Time to pack my lunch and figure out what I am going to wear today.
- 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!