I was hoping to go to an estate sale or two this morning to find antique Hamilton Beach bowls. We’d given the mixer to a friend many years ago. It was just like the one her mom had. She gave it back recently sans bowls, but to donate it to the store, it does have to have bowls.
Nope, The Great Geezer announces that we are going to wash down the Meeting’s BBQ grill instead. We will be careful of the powder coat, and we will go down the hill to the outdoor car wash to do the dirty deed. Fill up their sumps with old grease instead of ours. For a brand new grill, it’s awfully dirty.
Our lives have been quiet here. The weather is lovely, and I have been (cursing and swearing under my breath), out in the 42 degree F air (5.55555 C) in a bathing suit every morning this week. I was proud of me. The stretch in the suit gave out tho, and my every ripple and bulge showed through the failed Lycra on this last day of wear.
I’ve lost a few pounds this week. Maybe I could wear one of my newer Costco suits now. I ate a slice of birthday cake last night at a meeting….it was delicious and 14 points plus on the Weight Watchers program. It was worth it though as the woman was celebrating 25 years of sobriety.