That’s what Wednesday through Friday felt like, except for the part where I was in the temple. Where I managed to leave my earrings in the locker as I left. [We don’t wear gaudy jewelry while serving in the temple. I had up to now remembered to re-bling before leaving. They are holding my earrings in the lost-and-found, and I will get them when I go back next week. Not expensive, relatively conservative (which is probably why I overlooked them), but I like them because they go with just about everything in my closet.]
I have been having fun with salads the past three days: grape tomatoes, craisins, sunflower seeds, pecan chunks, clementine sections, carrot coins, confetti’d baby Swiss, a few croutons, all over a healthy portion of romaine, with a bit of raspberry vinaigrette to bring it all together. For some strange reason, I can eat more salad when I’m here at home than I can when I’m at the office. I brought home half of yesterday’s salad and am enjoying it now. The croutons are a little the worse for wear, but everything else is just dandy.
My sinuses were driving me nuts yesterday. There is a storm front blowing through, and it brought who-knows-what with it, but I’m allergic. Very glad not to have had a date last night, because I looked awful by the time I got in the car to come home. I didn’t even bother to put on lipstick all day, because I knew it would be gone by 10:00a.m. from all of the honking and wiping.
I stopped at Panda Express on the way home and got a two-entrée plate: steamed rice, orange chicken, and their new spicy beef. Lots of veggies, lots of zip. Half of it is waiting in the fridge for me, for later. I just wanted something I could halfway taste. That seemed to do the trick.
Today I need to pick up a dozen apples to take to church. We have the annual Relief Society broadcast from Salt Lake this evening, and it has become traditional to have a service project beforehand, then dinner as a stake, and then the broadcast. One service project is the assembly of bag lunches for the night shelter.
The gym bag is ready, and I need to do a small amount of laundry, so I think I will bag that up and put it in the backseat, then head straight to the laundromat after my workout. Once that is done, I can think about groceries. Maybe today I will finish the handwork on Faith’s sweater and take a squint at the three UFO’s of dolly knitting that are in one spot or another, and figure out what to finish and what to frog. Mostly, they have just been something to do with my hands during sacrament meeting.
And I am almost in the mood to sit down at the sewing machine and whip up another Christmas stocking for Firstborn’s tribe. [One down, two to go.] I would also like to make stockings for the dolls, while I’m at it. I think those would be more successful and less bulky if I did cross stitch or needlepoint on very fine linen or canvas, but I will probably just choose a small-scale print and go with that. Maybe bands of linen inserted with their names embroidered on them, as I did on the stockings for my first three children.
I had better get moving if I hope to be done with the pool before the water aerobics horde gets there.
- 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!