I know this because there was 8:15 AM yin yoga this morning and there was a paycheck with my name on it when I got to work after yoga. And it's the middle of September already too. Holy bejeebers, time sure flies when you're having... life.
I think we need a new mattress. I keep waking up with a backache and I'm not a fan, not a fan at all. King mattresses aren't cheap. I wonder if Verlo's having a sale. Yeah, they probably are, they do most of the time.
Let's see... what else? I got the lawn mowed in between the rain yesterday. When it stopped I waited a couple hours to give the grass time to dry out a bit before I got out the combine and baler, and I was a good wife and neighbor and waited until the Packer game was over too so I didn't drown out any good footballing with my lawn mowing. I noticed as I went out that dark clouds were massing on the horizon to the north and west so I picked up the pace and got done just before it started to sprinkle. AGAIN. I even managed to light the charcoal and grill out the little steaks before the skies opened up and the wind started whipping. Yay, me! And there's leftover steak for another meal. Double yay!
It was 45 degrees when I poked my nose out for the newspaper this morning. Forty. Five. Degrees, people, I could almost see my breath. When I got dressed to go to yoga I put on a hoodie and a wool shawlette. Gah. By Thursday it's supposed to be in the high 70s/low 80s so I'm not freaking out yet. Close, but not yet.
September 16--Belbello da Pavia, Benedictine Antiphonary. Gayle stared at the illuminated manuscript. The ornate first letters on some of the pages made her itch to pull out her embroidery silks. The bright blue, red, and green outlined in black and with gilt accents made her wonder if she could stitch what she saw. She pulled a pad of paper and a pencil out of her purse and began to sketch. She made notes and took pictures, careful not to use a flash to damage the page. There had to be a shop where she could buy tracing paper and linen the color of the ancient parchment. She would most likely have to wait until the tour got to a bigger city to find what she wanted and there were certain be many more illuminated manuscripts for her to copy. Perhaps Lucia, the tour guide, could help her.
Meh. Kinda blah but I'm always just happy to write something, to have the germ of a micron of an idea left in my deflating brain by the time I hit the sack. And now it's time for me to really work instead of just pretending. Harpy Monday!