MONDAY...A LITTLE TEENIE BIT OF PROGRESS

 

I have no earthly idea why the stitching of this is dragging on. Is it the fact that this is 32ct and I have been in a 28ct mode? Is it the recent acquisition of all of these stitches from the skin cancer removal? Is it the heat? Or maybe it's just my normal annual Summer Schlump.

In looking back over previous years' entries, I see a pattern of hitting a bit fat sweaty wall right about this time every year. I had always suspected that it was the fact that my summer inventory of projects was somewhat lacking, but I think it's just...me.

Yes, the heat and humidity (*) are certainly factors, and this year I have the added bonus of an extended length of time without my Jersey Boy to entertain me. (No, Betty, he didn't finally come to his senses and leave my miserable blankety-blank. He's in New Jersey taking care of his mom for a bit because she needed a little extra TLC.)

But I digress.

I'm not complaining. Really, Dearies. I am only too happy to have entire days with nothing to do. But my pace of things has just completely...halted. I am spending a lot of time sleeping in. And reading. And writing. And organizing and re-organizing vegetables from the Costcos in the fridge. 

It's not a bad thing, really. Just different from the days when I felt like I was running around with my hair on fire. The funny thing is that I'm not too sure that anything that was on fire at that time was worth saving. Instead of constantly throwing myself on the flames and slapping bandaids on all of the wounds, I should have just let it all burn and then moved on to peace and quiet.

Whoa. That went dark.

OK. Back to me being slow and quiet. I have two more weeks of healing to do, and then I can return to my old lady exercising in the pool. In the meantime, I think I'm just going to enjoy the slower pace and let it come what may.

What's the pace of things in your corner of the world, Dearies? Come tell me all about it!

(*) I'm a Midwestern girl, born in Ohio and living here in Indiana since 1984, and I heard something on the TeeVee the other night that stopped me in my tracks. At first, I thought it was a joke, or perhaps some internets thing, but then I looked it up. Do you know why it gets so miserably muggy here in the Summer? (Muggy means that when you step outside you are immediately struck by the sensation of being covered with a hot wet blanket and told to just breathe normally).  

So, do you know why the humidity levels approach "steam bath" levels here in late July/early August?

CORN SWEAT

Nope. You didn't read that wrong and I'm not making it up. 

Apparently, there is so much farmland here in Hoosierville and elsewhere in the Midwest, that when the corn grows it literally gives off so much moisture it affects the environment by way of increased humidity levels.

So if you're a portly gal like me and you are mopping boob sweat every time you open your front door to bring the trash can in, or you're sporting your coolest old lady big top to go get stitches out...blame it on the corn sweating its little kernals off out there in the fields.

This concludes your AgDay minute. Back to regular programming tomorrow!