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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!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Flannel sheets.

We put the flannel sheets on the bed last night. Wow. They’re not all soft and fluffy like the flannel on bolts at the fabric store. This is substantial stuff. And I was toasty-warm all night. I vote to buy a new set every winter until I have enough flannel sheets for the rest of my life.

We tidied up the entrance to the closet in our bedroom. I have yet to find the case for my cell phone. It has been MIA for a couple of weeks now. I think the next step is to take everything out of the closet and frisk it before putting it back. But I’m thinking black hole. It’s the only theory that makes sense.

We ate Vietnamese with the empty nesters last night. Food was better-than-OK; I have two days’ worth of lunches in the fridge, salmon in a red sauce over rice, and very tasty. But still not my cuisine of choice. Beloved was less than impressed with his entree: heavy on the shrimp heads, not so much on shrimp bodies.

I am pleased to report that smooching a man who has eaten shrimp does not set off my allergies.

I need to find the boxes that hold the rest of my clothing. I have been washing and wearing the same stuff I took on our honeymoon, and today is our one-month anniversary. Although this is the perfect excuse to buy new stuff...

Happy V-day, everybody. Heading out to the kitchen for some blueberry hotcakes and non-random acts of smooching. Breakfast in four, says Beloved.

1 comment:

Jenni said...

The pancake part sounds absolutely lovely.