In my heart I've named him Angel, and his is the first name I mention when I ask God to watch over those that have gone before me, and his gift is one of hundreds that I hope to be worthy of by living a good and grateful life.
I had to cancel my Kidneyversary extravaganza trip to Indianapolis. (Insert sad faced teary eyed spinster here).
Rich and I were going to go to the Monet exhibit at Newfields and dinner at St Elmo's, but alas, it is not to be.
So on Friday, I think I'll just take myself over to the Grotto for some quiet time and gratitude, and maybe look forward to doing something fun at a later time.
Stupid flu.
I have high hopes for this weekend, Dearies! After what can only be described as a ROUGH day yesterday, I awoke determined to put it behind me.
(Don't put off a colonoscopy, though. The roughness of my experience is completely attributable to me just being me. Your own experience will surely differ.)
It's already been a busy day. I ran for labwork early, then picked Rich up for breakfast in downtown South Bend at a great place called Peggs. He selected it, which caused me tremendous relief when our lovely little waitress began describing the coffee selections for the day, and I saw his eyes begin to glaze over. He listened politely and gritted his teeth a bit when she moved on to the artisanal fresh-pressed juice selections, and after allowing me to order my special damn good blend and an immunity boosting juice thingie with organic something or other, he looked at Gwendolin and said "CAW-FEE. Black cawfee. Just simple, no funny business or precious little elves whipping it up on the other side of a carefully curated forest of dew misted compostable edible tree parts, CAW-FEE. Like Dunkin Donuts caw-fee. In a cup."
Fortunately, Gwendolin had a sense of humor and apparently lots of experience dealing with grumpy old men from New Jersey who simply do NOT appreciate the complexity of a coffee in today's world. So off she went, and then came trotting back with two little insulated pots that stayed right there on the table with us...as they should have.
(I think it should be mandatory that if you charge more than 75cents for a cup of coffee, you should provide said coffee in a little insulated pot that the person can have right there next to them to pour and refill as they please.)
(That way you can monitor your own cup carefully and pour according to your drinking pace to keep it at the optimal temperature and sweetness/creaminess according to your own particular damn good drinking habits.)
CAW-FEE.
Black CAW-FEE.
After breakfast, we headed off to the butcher shoppe/little grocery for a roast for tomorrow's crock pot.
Nope.
We ended up with a brisket the size of a twin bed, about eight different kinds of potato salad, seven onions, a jar of malt vinegar, and cinnamon rolls that look like they were made by the elves in Rich's magic forest up there.
(I think they are actually made by the Amish in this area, but all I know is that they look absolutely fantastic, and it's going to take every ounce of self-control I have not to heat them up and then spread them all over my body like some kind of kinky Cinnabon mall kiosk fantasy.)
A quick car wash, mail retrieval from the little mailbox downstairs, and now I'm cozy, comfy, and very very happy on what promises to be a gorgeously cool and sunny Fall day that leads into a crockpot weekend.
(By the way, if anybody has a nice crockpot brisket recipe that they'd be willing to share, I'd really appreciate it. My plan is to serve it with veg tomorrow night with leftovers shredded on sandwiches for Sunday.)
So Happy Friday, Happy Weekend, Happy Fall, Happy Everything, Dearies! I hope you get to find lots of time for bliss over the next few days! Come tell me all about it!
I'm enjoying the transition to Fall colors, and eventually, I'll lean more toward pumpkins and Fall plaids.
That's the quiet and boring for today, Dearies. No food, but plenty of fluids for me, and then the prep pills at 6pm and 2:45am. The procedure is bright and early tomorrow, so I'll have the rest of the day to rest and recover.
Happy Futzingday! What's new with you?
By the time the coverage of The Funeral started at 5am, your intrepid spinster had not had one wink of sleep. I went to bed early with good intentions of getting up in time to see everything, but I could not actually fall asleep to save my life.
So I watched and cried and cried and watched for the better part of nine hours, with quick breaks for more damn good and cold water splashes on my eyes. I felt so...amazed...to be able to witness history, and was particularly moved by the constant remembrance that this was not just a Queen, but a wife, a sister, a daughter, a mother, an aunt, a grandmother, a great-grandmother, and a woman of deep and abiding faith.
Thank you for sharing her with the world, Great Britain. God save the King!
So then I pulled it together just a bit, took a little nap, made dinner, and then did my nails for the week:
We're supposed to play the golfing this afternoon, but I spy a thunderstorm approaching, so we might have to wait until tomorrow. That will actually be better for me, since it is prep day for my colonoscopy on Thursday, and I won't be able to eat anything all day and could use a nice distraction.
I'm off to fold laundry, Dearies! I did wash and dry everything, but it is sitting in the basket awaiting finishing. A quick fluff in the dryer, and it will be ready to roll!
No stitching last night, I'm afraid. I promise to remedy that and share updates soon!
What's new in your neck of the woods? I hope you're happy and safe and well and that you'll come tell me all about it!
I'm making good progress on Up, despite not stitching for a few days. Wednesday was a true Futzingday, because I had to scurry around to try to get all of the stuff done that I hadn't done for two weeks, and then yesterday was a day to just...be.
Rich is back from New Jersey, and we have already fallen back into routine. Tonight we're heading over to campus for a lecture about the sports...something that he saw advertised on the interwebs that should be very interesting.
Heat and humidity have returned to Hoosierville, dang it, so I am seriously contemplating some pool time. I never would have imagined how much weather could affect me, but....yowsa!
I hope you will do something fun today and that the weekend ahead is full of frolic! Come tell me all about it!
They weren't kidding when they told me the shingles vac would knock me down. Yowsa!
But as a complete cure for everything that ails me, I opened the door to gather the paper, and a big blast of cool refreshing air smacked me right in the face. Fall! I almost broke out into an ugly cry and song all at once.
Despite the to do list longer than my arm, I am snuggled under my cozy Fall blanket with hot damn good and fresh sweats, and I'm in for the duration. Tomorrow will be a day to do all of the things that I didn't do today, but for now I'm sucking in every second of this!
Chello, Dearies!
As promised, here's an update on Up In The Air. She is just a delight to stitch, and I actually had to force myself to tuck her away last night so I could go to bed at a reasonable hour.
(I didn't. I'm two hundred pages away from finishing Don Quixote again, so it was definitely wee hours before I finally closed the peepers and drifted off.)
(If two hundred pages seems like a lot...it's a thousand page book!)
Today is a chore day, I'm afraid. By this point in my Spinstercation, I have to buckle down and try to tackle the project list. I'd really like to start in the cube room studio offie and then work my way back to the closet in the bedroom. I heard a big thud in there last night and suspect that the tower of storage bags I had stacked up finally toppled over. Time for a good sort again!
Happy Thursday! I hope you are doing something fun today and that you'll come tell me all about it!
What's new in your corner of the world, Dearies?
Next up...newspapers and stitching and damn good slurping!
My Irish lost last night, but I was so very proud of their effort. They looked good against a formidable foe. I think it's going to be a great season, and I absolutely adore our new coach!
Happy Sunday, Dearies!
