IN WHICH THE SPINSTER DECIDES TO BE STILL AND PONDER FOR A MINUTE

Hello, Dearies.

We've just returned from some sploshing in the pool, and I am freshly showered, a teeny bit sun burnt, and contemplating what to make for dinner. I'm leaning toward sandwich wraps...roast beef for Rich and turkey or chicken and lots of veg for me, but there is always the possibility of a lovely salad.

My JB heading to New Jersey for a few weeks to visit with his mom, and I am looking forward to a productive and healthy Spinstercation. I've already managed to drop a couple of pounds since sitting up in the buggy again, so I'm hoping I can continue with daily sploshings and good clean healthy eating for the duration.

Getting myself mentally organized is going to take longer, I'm afraid. I seem to be all over the place lately, and find myself getting sucked into the news channels and iPad and internet nonsense, and before you know it, I'm hollering at nothing and getting completely fatooshed (*) over the silliest things.

So I'm going to straighten up my routines a bit and include more of what makes my head and heart happy and less of what makes me want to move to Neptune. For a person who can't get out of her own way most of the time, I sure do take on a lots of grief over trying to figure out how to be the boss of everybody else.

I'm still enjoying Baked Alaska, and I really do want to give it my full attention and then take the four pieces together to be framed. Once this is finished, it might be time to dig through that Fuppy box again and see what else might be nice to get on the wall, and have a major re-hang of the front "gallery" wall.

On the reading front, I had a delightful few weeks reading and watching all anout the making of the Oxford English Dictionary. First, I read The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams. Then I read The Professor and the Madman by Simon Winchester, and I finished by watching the movie based on this book, starring Mel Gibson, Sean Penn, and Natalie Dormer.

I thought all were wonderful.

I'm thinking about re-bingeing either Outlander or Yellowstone in the next week, or I might even see what docuseries are out there to lose a few days in.

So that about does it for me today. I hope your neck of the world is exactly as you would hope it to be! Come tell me all about it!

(*) fatooshed isn't a real word. Donna Moss makes it up in an episode of the West Wing when she tells Toby that she doesn't want him visiting Josh because he gets him all fatooshed.

(I love that word. Sometimes the only way to describe that feeling of being out of sorts is to say you're just plain fatooshed.)