My Babylonian Captivity: Do stop in and read Tugster's newest blog. For Tugster was captured in Iran when Iraq invaded, and this is the story of that time.
Himself: Swam and worked training on the new computer. Asked for an ID picture so I took one that went off to HR via email. Everything still being done at a remove. Went to his favorite Friday meeting.
Herself: …and the quilt blog too: Swam, work early and got the bronze and amber necklace I so coveted and wouldn’t have bought if G had not been employed. Came home and caught up on my reading….a very quiet evening, and I need to get used to these. I need to learn new quiet afternoon habits.
Gratitude: The job. Everyday I say thank you a hundred times. Did I tell you that I had security issues.
Lessa is stopping by tomorrow. Isn’t that amazing also. She’s coming to us. Her sewing machine case arrived. Her ordered-online sewing machine cams arrived. Oh yes, the Geezer is shopping til he drops again. All this will happily happen if MJ’s cough doesn’t keep them at home. A mundane cold…which we don’t want. Mundane visit to the doctor for a note. It’s so nice to be able to see beyond the constant search for a job.
We are out looking at a couple of local estate sales this morning. No more Thursday, Friday, and Saturday estate sale hopping for us….the new normal will be shopping on Saturday mornings before he heads to the museum. I’ll miss the orgy of oggling, but the truth is, we need nothing. We do this mundane, weekend act for the fun of it….the enjoyment of the search not the need of the purchase.
Right now, I’m so very grateful that we have these mundane acts to help lead us into the future. I’m beyond grateful to have this new future.