At the Store

I’m never going to get thin working at the Discovery Shop.  Lovely lady volunteers bring volumes of fattening things like Barbara’s Chocolate Zuchini cake.  My hand senses it even as I am opening the front door.  Yes, I had a piece.  Yes, I still feel guilty, but the guilt stopped at Costco where I had a slice of pizza for dinner and brought home tiny bags of M&M’s for NCIS night.

We can give the rest away for Halloween, I told G.  He laughed.

Bobbie’s mother finally passed away peacefully yesterday morning.  Twenty years of forgetting.  Bobbie thought it began all those years ago nearing one Christmas.  She loved Christmas, so they will be interring her as the holiday nears.

The store reminded us that we would be soon getting ready for our Holiday Boutique.  Rooms of Boxes will come down from upstairs.  Their contents get placed out on the floor artistically by more of those lovely lady volunteers and their husbands.  I have two newly filled boxes of Holiday books, and today would be a good day to price them.  I try to suggest G volunteer for set up, and some years he has the energy.  This year we will make room for Arlene in the midst of the seasonal chaos.  She would love it all.

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:

  He’s also begun a blog here on Blogger.  He just sits there at his computer eight hours plus onw more for lunch while he plays computer games.  He does the laundry…two flights up and down per load.  That helps.

Herself:  Meeting, blog, lunch, another nap, dinner out.  I slept horribly and am wondering if I am reacting to the pain meds.

Reading:  More DE Stevenson.  Her early stuff is awfully dry.

Balance:  Reading. 

Talking with Bobbie.