Yesterday was not as busy as last Saturday, wherein I went to the health club, then to the temple, from there to “Through the Keyhole”, a doll and miniatures shop near the temple, on to the doll work meeting with the local resin heads, reading at the Barnes & Noble at Firewheel [outdoor mall], the singles dance in Richardson, the drive-thru, and home.
Yesterday I went to the health club, timing it so I could try the water aerobics class. I like the teacher, and I like the class. I got to the club sufficiently early that I could spend 25 minutes reading on the recumbent bike and another 20 minutes on the treadmill getting sucked into a medical drama.
Then I ran by the bank and got a roll of quarters (I had already loaded the laundry into Lorelai). Over to see the Nail Dude and get two nails repaired and the others shortened and filled. They were getting long enough that they were prone to popping (one in the temple last Saturday, another ready to fly after a hard week of typing).
Back to Fort Worth, where I replaced the left rear tire, and now Lorelai does not drive like a food processor. The first three tires I replaced this year, were still on warranty; this one, I had to pay for.
Then to the laundromat, then home to hang up stuff and get ready for my dinner date. I am noshing on leftover salmon as we speak. Even the broccoli was tasty. And we know how I feel about broccoli.
I submit that four and a half hours of sitting and eating and talking and laughing is a successful date. I do not feel all fluttery about this guy, and I still have no clue what to call him here on the blog, but I like him. He is comfy, and I think Brother Sushi will like him, and I am hoping to entice him to the dance on Friday where, even if he does not want to spend the evening out on the dance floor with me, I can steer him to the handful of men our age who are not twits. [These would be the two or three who are my friends, as opposed to the ones who chase after the younguns or are otherwise Obby Noxious (like Abby Normal, from Young Frankenstein).]
I am looking for a white skirt for the temple. The one that I like, they only make for the skinny wenches. We are not amused. If you know a source for a pure-white broomstick skirt or something a little more visually interesting, that does not cost $70 (I mean, really!!!)let me know. I have looked at all the usual websites and have a couple of skirts bookmarked, but they don't really speak to me like that first one did.
Cold salmon in the morning is officially delicious. Maybe not quite as good as cold pizza, but still pretty wonderful.
And I slept seven hours. Heels are a bit stiff and tender from all the back kicks and the stretching-out she insisted upon [ironically, so that we would not be stiff and tender today], but mostly I feel as if I had been dancing last night. Amazingly, my arms and shoulders do not ache from all the weird moves she had us doing with the water weights.
Salmon’s finished. Time for juice.
- 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!