Y'all, Miss Louise just called! She'd changed #s a few years ago and I couldn't find her. But she was feeling nostalgic and going through her address book and calling people she hadn't talked to in a while. Nakia's had a second child (first didn't live past 2, hydroencephaly) and he's in school now. Sean's gonna be a father for the first time at 25, she's worried about him stepping up. She had surgery for breast cancer back in March, but is feeling really good and likes the care she's getting. But I have her phone and address now, so that's great. I'm gonna put together a care package for her, or two. She mentioned how she needed new sheets (in the context of getting a new mattress from her church) but then seemed embarrassed and changed the topic. I think I'll get some tomorrow, but that package will be anonymous. The one with requested pictures of the Lokes and my gardening, NSM:)
Made my night.
Sticky and ridiculous today. Not actually that bad, but since today was lots of driving around in a car left sitting in the hot sun interspersed with walking and then coming home to a house shut up in almost 90 humid heat...I'm gluey, even as it's cooled off and much drier now. But I think I'll get into June without installing the ac.
And I fixed the thermometer where Pumpkin chewed through the wire on the outside sensor and dumped in toilet. I can still strip wire like a boss. (It was a talent in college labs.)
Was going to make enchiladas. Realized I didn't have tortillas or enough chicken. Contemplated going to the store. Ordered pizza. Tomorrow I'll get chicken and tortillas.
I am happy to know I contributed to your homemade enchilada-making back in the day.
90% done moving my dad. Where can I order a new body? This one hurts.
I am happy to know I contributed to your homemade enchilada-making back in the day.
And still so very yummy. I saw a show on Southwestern cooking that described the Santa Fe style you recommended. I enjoy saying "Oh, I make them the way they do in Santa Fe, you probably haven't heard of it."
second beer down.
I start moving things I want to get rid of to the garage and then decided I would just have a garage sale tomorrow and see if I can get some of it sold, so now I have moved I think about 80% of what I want to get rid of out there. a recliner, 2 chairs, 2 end tables, 2 barstools, 2 boxes of housewares, 1 rack of clothes, a bike, a box of toys, 2 boxes of dolls, a bag of wrapping stuff, a bag of fabric, a bag of yarn, crutches, a box of cat things, a stack of paving stones.
I am giving myself 20 more minutes to pull stuff out then, then going to bed so I can get up and get it set up before 8. I put a listing on craigslist and I have signs to put on the street. everything except furniture (and even some of the furniture will go) that does not sell will go to thrift store.
yay running.
yay Miss Louise!
yay moving Dad.
boor sore body. I feel you, my feet hurt, I have to wear tennis shoes tomorrow.
Sara, not job hopping but something else. This stinks.
Re: beer. I've lapped you about 3 times, msbelle.
