What made you happy this week
Reading: Orbital, by Samantha Harvey. Short Noel, recommended by Stephen Colbert.
Eating: home made sourdough bread for lunch (at game day), milk duds & popcorn for dinner (at the movies)
Playing: board games with new friends
Obsessing: Over whether to go to Italy in 2027 and how many times to go to Italy in 2027
Researching: transatlantic cruises
Treating myself to: blessed sleep
Review last 5 purchases. Were they wants, needs or impulse purchases?
Weds night: board games and accessories from Stonemaier. IMPULSE/WANT. Barbara wanted to buy something, using my discount. I, as always, found items I also wanted. Though I hadn’t planned to buy them soon. Excited about this purchase.
Weds night: ice cream with Sean — delicious but ooof, too much food. I ate more than I wanted because it was melting in car. I threw away the last kitchen we got home. It was a WANT purchase (mostly for Sean).
Weds afternoon: fried apple pie from McD’s. WANT definitely.
Weds afternoon: meds from Walgreens. NEED.
Tuesday: dry cat food. A NEED.
THEN…. After doing the exercise above, I went and bought 7 more games. Partially to help out a needy gamer.
I just bought 7 more games from Jess L.
I bought Codenames to turn into an art project! Could make some fun presents and/or ornaments with the cards.
And I bought a game for Nora for a Christmas present. So totally justified! But all WANTs.
I wrote this out for a comment on some else’s post on FB. Figured I’d share it here too.
Once upon a time — summer 1976ish — there was a knock at our front door.
Context first! We lived in an old farmhouse in Virginia set back on four acres. Everyone used the kitchen door, near the parking. You had to be ambitious to go to the front door.
More context: my father was a hippie in 1976. He was sitting around in cutoff jean shorts and no shirt. It must’ve been summer. He had shoulder length hair and a full beard.
So! My father gets up and answers the knock at the door. It’s a man and his little daughter, dressed in their Sunday best. They want to talk to my father about God.
My father stood up his full 5’8” height, puffed out his hairy chest, and said: “No thanks. I AM GOD!”
The little girl’s eyes got so big! The man said bye, hustled his little girl away. She probably grew up thinking God is some hairy stoner.
My dad giggled about that for years.
Thursday afternoon:
Peter and I both went to the dermatologist. Then celebrated afterward with a McDonald’s milkshake for him and a fried apple pie for me. Oh it was so good!
But also it dribbled all down my shirt, so now I have to change.
Friday afternoon:
Well, we said we needed rain. Not sure all of it in one hour with big thunder booms was my preferred method of delivery, but our central Florida ground will take what it can get.
Note: Sean and I decided to drive through this rain to a friend’s house. That poor decision is on us, not the weather gods. So we got to witness a lot of the rain and lightning up close.
Saturday night: There’s a boring story about a rude waitress to explain why we are not at the Christmas-themed dive bar and instead are at an old favorite, Fat Rabbit, watching World Cup while dressed in our Christmas green & red. I’d rather focus on this “fancy” lemon drop martini, my garlic parm chicken wings (and Sean’s French dip), and how immensely I love Sean Brodrick who gets me.
A few Blue Sky posts of the past week::
I’ve lost enough weight that I’m back to fitting in my old fat clothes. Yay! Looking forward to buying new clothes at Christmastime. And definitely for my 2027 Italy trip.
I’m a grownup. I can set my own bedtime. 9:45 pm on a Friday seems perfect.
Amazing how good my Apple Watch sleep score is when I don’t have the cat or dog with me. Love them, but a break is good. In Tampa for spa weekend.
Recently I found out there’s a Christmas-themed bar in Tampa. No one I mentioned it to had even heard about it. Saturday, I learned why word hasn’t spread about it. It sucks.
Finished NYT Sunday xword in record time.
Researching my upcoming trips to LA and NC (again). So glad hubby is handling all details for the Atlanta trip. Found hotel in Santa Monica; making plans for a tea party bus tour through Hollywood/Bev Hills. Two art museums with Rembrandts, and a side trip to Ojai (relative) and maybe Pasadena (more art and friend).
NC: ebike rides, art museum, old friends
Came home from a weekend away. The old dog and old cat clearly missed us. I’ve been petting and gently squeezing the cat to refill her love tank*… so I can go out and play board games this afternoon.
* old school Real Housewives reference
Future crossstitch project
