Back to it. I’m honestly not sorry. I need the time away and I need the time back. Ya know? And, I have a job. I refuse to grouse. I get paid and I have benefits and everything. Of course, like everyone else my IRA is in the stock market so my retirement has tanked. I didn’t really think I’d get to retire anyway. Ah, well. My doctor (who is an adorable 40 year old) and I laughed yesterday when I said I hoped I died before I got to 80. She agreed. Mom, love her heart, smiled because she didn’t hear it all. After the doctor visit, we went to lunch. Do you guys have a Sweet Tomatoes? I love that place. You can get all kinds of salads and soups and baked potatoes and breads (I don’t know much about them because of the allergy thing) and Edy’s frozen custard. Mom and I like going there because we can get it all. Good stuff and less than good stuff. And, Mom can get the custard and I (the food nazi) don’t say a thing.
I was so hoping to annoy the little princess, but instead she snuggled under the completed but not sewn or blocked legwarmer. I refuse to allow this to become her new blankie. She has a knitted blankie and is not allowed another. I don’t knit for ingrates.
Now, that I’m back at it after my little respite, I will confess that I finally went out to buy a stove and came home quite unhappy. The salesman at H*me D*p*t was lovely. He was accommodating and kind. He also told me that we needed a shut-off valve at the wall. Well, folks, we don’t have one of them, so we can’t get it installed. After a tiny feeling of “OMG”, I called our gas utility and we will get our stove and gas connection (so that we can be up to code) and the man promised it before Thanksgiving. Insert sigh of relief right here.
My soundtrack for the day? Karla Bonhoff and “Someone to Lay Down Beside Me”. I’m kinda all over the decades right now.
Have a good one?