I have no idea why but it must be serious if I am still awake at 5am.
Dean and I watched- well, I watched, he worked on his computer- the Julie & Julia movie. I didn't really like it as much as everyone told me I would. BUT it did get me thinking. I need to revitalize my life and I like the whole commitment to accomplishing something. No, I am not going to cook my way through Julia's French Cooking.
But I do like the idea of setting a goal, blogging about it daily and expanding my horizons in trying to meet that goal.
Any suggestions? And no, I'm not going to cook my way through Rachel Ray's cookbook. Let's just steer clear of the whole cooking thing. I would not consider it an improvement on my life to have to cook every single night. I love cooking, want to keep it that way.
I was sort of thinking maybe a daily photo theme would be cool.
I must have an absolute crap load of adrenaline... or maybe cortisol, flowing through the ol' vascular system. I seriously cannot stop shaking my leg and fidgeting. I think I might have a bit of a twitch, too.
Anyhow, I am on another tear now. Christmas is only days away and this year- well, I am making lots of gifts. Most of these gifts will be sewing or knitting projects of some sort. I've been going a little crazy because I saw this book on 'ribbon art' where you fold, roll and sew various types of ribbon into flowers or roses, etc.. The thing is, it is supremely tedious and quite tricky.
Maybe I'm just going to make everyone cookies for Christmas.
Everyone is thoroughly sick now. Vi is the worst. Luckily, we have a nice stockpile of albuterol and pulmicort on hand for the nebulizer. Still, it hurts me every time she coughs.
So much to do, so little time. The laundry is outrageous. I'm not sure what I've been doing that the laundry pile got this high. Need to do about 10 loads I'd estimate. Sweet, no?
I'll leave off with a little Mary Oliver who never ceases to amaze and inspire:
“To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go”