Herself: Gaining weight. Breakfast is now veggies. Lunch is a half sandwich and a V8. It’s dinner that is the problem. Deserts a bigger problem. Vegan dinner then chocolate cake last night. Speaking of guilt.
Reading: The good adventure Mrs. Polifax and the Hong Kong Buddha.
Writing: Oh, guilt. Nothing at all but my blog.
Balance: Following the doctor’s orders and trying to keep my leg above my heart with bed and pillows. Keeping still is hard for me. Ommmmmmmmmm…..but the leg looks better.
I cheated. The Geezer went shopping there Sunday, and I had peeked into the backroom. There were three giant boxes of books just waiting for me. Monday I stuck my head in to see if I could get them out of the way. Though the first three boxes had been put on the sorting shelves, three more plastic crates of books were enthusiastically waiting for on me.
Mondays are the day when all the old yard sale stuff is brought into the stores. This Monday, store life was complicated by a mountainous pile of move out things. Some was awfully dirty. Some was awfully nice. At least they didn’t bring the kitchen sink.
I fled as soon as I could for we were headed to the oculist to pick up G’s new sunglasses. They are identical to his regular frames which he says are the most comfortable that he’s ever had. Sort of scholarly looking round frames. Not at all modern. So when looking for new frames for me, I zeroed in on an almost identical pair. Roundish….gunmetal black instead of my usual red, and really marvelously comfortable instead of miserably smashing my nose into perpetual discomfort as the current pair do. I’m a selfish, selfcentered me when my glasses hurt my face.