Yesterday was pretty good. At least, it wasn’t a Hell Zone day. The weather was improving, and we seem to be headed, finally and firmly, toward fall. I worked in my home office. The dogs went to school. We got carryout for dinner. All good things.
Today I am somewhat off my high. The skies are grey, which normally doesn’t bother me at all, but allegedly it is at least partly due to ash from the fires out west. Is that true? I believe I got this from a meteorological source, and it feels like anything insane could be true these days.
Yesterday I was able to spend my “lunch” “hour” doing some quilting. I have moved on to the actual quilting part, and it’s going well, although I had not counted on the walking foot attachment being quite so fiddly when I had to take it off and put it back on due to my thread getting momentarily jammed. Nevertheless! I persisted, and I hope to finish My First Quilt…if not soon, at least soon-ish.
My Pandemic Birthday is coming up this weekend. I’ve already ordered dinner for the four of us (my parents are joining us on Saturday night) from our favorite Italian place. Some might say it’s a crime to pay for your own birthday dinner, but I don’t care at all. I just want things to be easy and relaxing. The flowers I ordered myself are supposed to arrive on Friday. My mom is making a cake, and I have requested Champagne from my husband. I suppose it’s probably – somewhere, by someone mean – considered basic to love Champagne, but I really do. I drank so much of it the year we got engaged that it just really worked its way into my DNA. What can you do!
LAME HOUSE THINGS I’M EXCITED ABOUT. Some people came and picked up our living room rug yesterday so they can whisk it away to their workshop and clean it. I’m also having our living room furniture cleaned in a few weeks. I can’t wait to bark I JUST HAD THAT CLEANED at my dogs until at least Christmas.
A SAD NOTE. I was afraid this might happen, but last week when I drove to my little Irish import store to buy some things, I found it totally empty with a FOR LEASE sign in the window. The owners were probably past retirement age, and I can’t imagine they were doing a booming business before they had to close earlier this year. They were never going to survive it. I’m bereft, and a little angry, but I hope they feel okay about it. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to say thanks to the man who always chatted me up while I bought my tea and digestives and wine gums. Now I will have to go to the West Side to get my Irish junk food. (This is not a real hardship but it probably means fewer Custard Creams and HobNobs in my life.)