... costume from the donation bag in my car. I talked to DS last night and told him that I'd cleaned out the old Halloween bins and tossed his Aladdin costume from high school and a cow costume from I don't know when. He said he'd have taken the cow since he'd worn it one year he was bartending. I told him that it was just in the car, that I hadn't donated it yet so I'd be happy to rescue it from the cold and dark. So I did today when I was leaving to go to the Y for my session with the trainer.Speaking of the trainer sessions, I need to leave the house sooner to get there to warm up more than 5 minutes before and remember to stay and cool down when it's over. I like the sessions but seem to work much harder for Megan, the young OT trainer, than I do when I'm in charge of me. She sure knows how to make my muscles wake up and take notice. I like it even if I have to take a couple Tylenol for a bedtime snack after I meet with her.
On my way home I stopped at ALDI for a fresh pineapple and a pint of blueberries, then stopped at Pick 'n Save for fresh strawberries (and a few other items) so that I could cut it all up and mix all the fruit together and have lovely fruit with my breakfasts for a couple weeks. I'll probably end up freezing servings so that it doesn't go bad before I can eat it all because I want to eat every last morsel.
I also stopped into Home Depot for a pair of new, same keyed doorknobs. I read the directions when I got home but felt like I needed more instruction that what's contained in the paper that's small enough to be folded into a packet the size of a large postage stamp. So I watched a YouTube video and will tackle the knobs tomorrow or maybe Saturday. I got one for the front door too so that they both use the same key. It's more convenient that way and doorknobs aren't that expensive.
The Green Bay Bird Report today is a short one. This Cardinal came to dine at the platform feeder and was very tolerant of any and all finches and sparrows that joined it. Usually the cardinals fly off at the first arrival of another species but I guess when it's this cold they're hungry enough to eat with the riffraff. I like the look of the wind scrawls on the snow by the retaining wall too. I'll be glad when the temperature gets above freezing tomorrow and over the weekend but that might mean clouds and less sunshine. I like the sunshine.Didn't knit tonight. Not one stitch. I just didn't feel like it.
One of the pictures that I nabbed out of an old album on Saturday is this one of my Great-grandpa Charlie Gerst in about 1927 holding a glass of his home-brewed beer. I want to get a copy of it to DS to show him that brewing beer is in his blood. I knew and loved Grandpa Gerst and think that I learned how to tell stories from him. He told some great ones. It's also from him that learned if you bite a malted milk ball with a sip of Coca Cola in your mouth it'll fizz. He had a red bread box on the counter filled with candy instead of bread and 7 oz. bottles of Coke in his fridge. Now that's my kind of grandpa.
31 January--Tropical Obsession.
When Nola got back from the police station
it was nearly dark but she didn't turn on any lights as she walked through the
villa. She, or someone, had turned off the lamps when the Detective Inspector
courteously escorted her out to his police car. He had held her arm as if she
were an invalid or as if he thought she might collapse with emotion. He had
lost some of his sympathetic tone once they were settled in his brightly lit
office downtown, and it had taken what seemed like hours to convince him (if
she had) that Jack hadn't told her where he was going or who he planned to
meet. It had been necessary for her to baldly admit that she had been kept by
Jack for years. That she was his arm candy, his sexual plaything, his brainless
admiring mirror who reflected back his egotistical preening, cleaned up and
polished as flattery. The naked truth of the situation she found herself in
sickened her. She sat long into the night outside on the patio with the
clattering of the palm fronds overhead sounding like gossip and the dives of
the Ganshi, the Brown Pelicans, feeding on a school of grunts coming regularly
like the rhythmic shelling of enemy artillery.
Tomorrow afternoon I have a knitting class to learn a new technique. I dug out 2 colors of yarn and cast on the required number of stitches so I'm all ready to learn something new. I also decided that I want to knit a new pair of flip top mittens using the same grays that I used to knit the slipstitch hat I've been wearing the last couple days. It'll take some figuring to replicate the stitch pattern on mittens but I think I've found a basic pattern I can play around with. Time will tell.
Look at the picture of cute little me that we found last Saturday in Mom's photo bins. Wasn't I just the cutest thing? I wonder what happened... life, I guess, just life.
--Barbara
1 comment:
I can't imagine all that running around and in and out of stores when there's so much snow on the ground. But you're used to it I guess -- and that bowl of fruit is probably enough motivation. Your basement is like an archaeological dig with the stuff you unearth -- like that cow suit! Best part is the old pictures. I have that same one of sweet little you around here somewhere in my boxes of old photos. Love the one of Grandpa Gerst. He was a handsome fellow. Passed that gene on to DS too!!
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