Herself: Dinner out with Jay, Duck’s other Jay friend at a PB Italian favorite. I’m getting soooooooooooo fat and seem to be unable to stop jamming the good stuff in my mouth. Arrrrrrrrrg!
Rows of little blue fabric bits were sewn to other rows of other little fabric bits.
I edited Lessa’s latest paper on Dry Drunks. Well written. It needed to be in the present tense. The teacher should give her an A for this one.
No swimming. The Y called to tell me the pool was cold. But I shuffled books at the Discovery shop very happily. You would have laughed….I arranged a display in the Plus Size area, and each time I would walk by the clothes had sold but the purse with the display had not. So I would go find the purse, make another display, and come back to do it again. Silly me.
Pages for the Oosterdam album were organized….five or six designed.
I made a dent in a small essay I’m calling “ad hoc snob.” Just the title amuses me.
I didn’t have a fit when Don changed her mind and didn’t communicate one more time. I’m just not inviting her to anything any more. A third time is the charm. Boundaries. Distancing. They free you up.
I got a good start on Stephanie Plum’s number five, and I let her attitude influence all of my thinking throughout the day. Attitude is good meaty stuff, but I was grateful that Grumpy didn’t blow up or catch on fire as Stephanie’s cars are likely to do. Gas just over the hill at $4.79. Gas in Mexico is $2.69. Double Arg……..