Gramma turns 88 today. We’re happy to be home to help her celebrate.
Here are two songs that really embody my feeling about Gramma:
I couldn’t find Richard Shindell performing this song, but I thought this guy does a good version covering “Hazel’s House.”
And this link just sends you out to NPR, but it’s the best I could find:
There Were No Mirrors in My Nana’s House by Sweet Honey in the Rock
After giving myself a bye for the first two days this week from writing a post for the work blog, I told myself that I was just going to have to sit at my desk until I came up with something.
At 9:30, I finally hit the publish button. Blech.
I’m off to bed, but just a quick note to say I’m still alive. This evening, I tackled some random bags of paper (we’re a stacking household and when company is imminent, we have a bad habit of stashing stacks of paper in bags in the bedroom) that seem to have been from 2006 and 2007. You’ll be relieved to hear that while I pulled out the odd greeting card or knitting pattern, generally most of what we encountered went into the recycling bin or the shredder.
We have been very good in not re-introducing mess into the bedroom since we emptied it last month for the rat purging. My goal is to finish going through the rest of the piles in the next ten days in time to be ready for Pi(e) Day on the 14th. I’ll be sorely disappointed if I have to hide things in the bedroom like usual.
Here’s to more productive evenings like tonight!
Since the 14th ended in tears, I have claimed today as a redo. (Um, yes, I am 35 and not 5, but I really don’t think that’s a relevant point…) It’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon and I’m heading out on my adventures… Wish me luck!
It’s up! It’s down! It’s up again! The wildly swinging emotions could take out a small child…
Cramps…
Warm weather…
Slow moving…
Clean, after-shower feeling…
Late for work…
First crocuses — purple!…
Can’t decide if liking book…
Doughnut and tea…
Deli next door to office closing … today…
Made reservations to see Michael’s scene…
Work being slow to get done due to crazy whirling emotions…
So…
It’s Sunday night and the weekend is over — yet again.
How does that happen so quickly? I mean, it’s 2 1/2 days. It should last longer, shouldn’t it?
I meant to get more done. I meant to clean the apartment. I meant to send off those ridiculously late Christmas presents. I meant to block Gramma’s quilt. I meant to get caught up on book reviews. I meant to… Well, you get the picture.
You also probably guessed that none of those things happened.
Friday night, I don’t quite remember. I know I went to the store to buy cat food, dodging several weird guys who seemed to think I was interested in them. (Freaks.) I picked up pizza. I watched Numbers and Conan O’Brian’s final show before he heads off to California to succeed Jay Leno. That might have been it…
Yesterday, I got up when Rudi left for his bike ride. I read some emails and some blogs and some of my book. I went to the library. I took a nearly 6 mile stroll out and about without a coat. (I was wearing a sweater and scarf.) I may have taunted a gang of out-of-town teenagers, but if I did, they started it. I finally got a chance to try a cupcake from Baked and Wired, which I enjoyed with a chai down on the Potomac. (The cupcake was the best I’ve had in D.C. and definitely merits a return trip.) I saw what hopefully will be the first blooming daffodils later this week. I did some grocery shopping done, although I forgot to buy sugar. I celebrated these accomplishments with a nap with Jeremiah and Della after I realized that nodding off at the computer was just silly. And I finished the night with a lovely chili dinner and movie night with Rudi and an early night in bed.
Today, we slept in. We hit the farmers’ market, where, because of a freak storm, there were lots of veggies and flowers still to be had. I drank lots of tea. I did some laundry and some dishes. I sorted through my clothing, doing the seasonal purge and put together a huge bag of things that should go to Goodwill. I finished knitting my hat, the first thing I’ve finished for me in more than six months, while watching the Oscars. (I’ll share it with you later this week after Rudi has a chance to photograph it for me.) I talked to my family and to Rudi’s mom and to Susan. We contemplated our finances, the worth of our cars, and the D.C. real estate market. And I will finish my book and wash a load of dishes before heading to bed in the next hour.
Okay, so I take it back. I can see how 2 1/2 days could go by, just like that. It was a good weekend, after all.
How was your weekend?