That’s what the sign said on the drive home. Right before my A/C died. [Though it miraculously resurrected after I’d taken a friend and her daughter home from Enrichment meeting.] I brought my leftovers in and put them in the fridge. Then I made a quick run out to WallyWorld and discovered that Lowe’s was open for another ten minutes.
One 1/4” washer stacked on top of one 5/16” washer. Success!
With apologies for the skewed angle, because I was trying not to include my knee:
Obviously in need of painting or refinishing, but that will have to wait.
Here is my friend Sooz’s new column. Well worth reading, even if you don’t remember Red Skelton.
Wildly busy day at work yesterday, but strangely fulfilling. One team member on vacation; one recovering from an auto accident; one whose prescription gave her debilitating but not life-threatening side effects. Add to this a bushel of lawsuits that needed to be assigned to one lawyer or another. I lassoed and hog-tied the mail in the morning and assigned cases in the afternoon. Thirteen of them, as a matter of fact, and there will be more of them today. Thankfully I have been doing this long enough that I know the drill.
There is something about getting one room organized and spiffed up that seems to spill over into the others. I puttered a little, yesterday and this morning. No major projects, just a few items tended or disposed of, a bit of straightening here, a bit of dusting there. I am taking another installment of family photos back to my desk at work today, as well as my lunch and some healthy snacks. If the teammate who had the reaction to her medicine is still out of pocket, I will be the primary scanning operator.
Presidency meeting tonight. I think Enrichment meeting went very well. I am also thinking of having my leftovers for breakfast today, just to maintain my reputation for eccentricity. And cereal for lunch again. One of my coworkers brought me three huge bananas on Monday. Her kids won’t eat them past a certain stage of greenness, so she brings them to me. And a day or two later, they are just ripe enough for enjoying on my cereal. If there are more bananas than I can eat, the rest of them become smoothies or banana muffins.
Doesn’t take much to make me happy; a perfectly ripe banana, some time for knitting, and a smidgen of puttering.
This is your homework: don’t just have a good day, make it a good day. And if you can help somebody else to have a good day, even better.
- 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!