Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
1. torch songs [I have them; I just don’t listen to them (often) because there’s no sense being in the mood when I’m not authorized to share.]
2. the tango [I will know that I am really, truly a grownup when I learn how to dance this dance which requires that the woman have no opinion.]
3. Jeff Bridges in “Starman”; hence, one of my children [who just screamed “Mom, noooooo!” and dived under her computer desk]
I think this is going to be a pretty good day. I woke an hour or so ago with the hives from last night’s dinner mostly-gone. And some pretty creative solutions for stopping the itch, as comments on my Facebook post.
What’s on the agenda? Cleaning at the dentist’s. Helping Fourthborn with the legalities of setting up in business (sales tax permit, etc.) and maybe a field trip to the really cool fabric store if road conditions permit. Some of my outlying coworkers elected to take a vacation day yesterday. I haven’t checked on the roads yet, but they were OK when I drove to work and when I drove home again.
And of course there will be lots of lovely knitting. Starting now.
- Five 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!