Thursday, February 26

Since I'm still in the throes of a cold...coughing and sneezing my head off...I didn't exercise this morning. I won't go to water aerobics tomorrow, either, but maybe I'll feel well enough to do a moderate walk on the treadmill.

I idled the morning away finishing the John Grisham novel, "The Associate." After that, I added decorative elements to the "Go Red for Women Luncheon" scrapbook pages. Mother came over mid-morning, and after lunch, we went for a stroll at the college lake. The weather was mildly warm today, but the lake invited a cool wind, so we were glad that we wore jackets.

We were amused at a couple of white ducks waddle-running, one in pursuit of the other. Either a male was chasing an unwilling female, or a male was chasing another male away from his mate. The pursued finally escaped to the lake to join a pair of brownish-gray ducks, and the three glided peacefully away to the other side of the lake.

As we completed our stroll, we heard a loud splash. When we turned to look, a large, orange carp broke the water's surface, then flopped noisily back into the lake.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Hubbie ran errands, and Mother and I goofed off. At 5 p.m., Mother and I went to a Weight Watchers meeting for our monthly weigh-in. Mother lost a pound, and I lost a pound and a half. We were given several helpful pamphlets, and we picked up a few recipes to try.

Back in the car, as I was driving through the parking lot, Mother said she couldn't find her weight record book . So I pulled back around and into a parking space so we could search for it. We looked everywhere for it, but couldn't find it. So I got out and looked under the cars. No dice. Then I went back into the meeting room to look for it. Still no dice. Back at the car, we searched again. Nope. Back to the meeting room. Not there. On my way to the car, Mother waved the book in the window. Where had she found it? She'd been sitting on it!

For supper, we had cold meatloaf sandwiches, with leftover steamed potatoes sauteed with onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms, along with salad. Mother went home afterward, I turned off the TV, and Hubbie and I occupied ourselves by reading for an hour...Hubbie read his novel, "The Streets of Laredo," by Larry McMurtry, and I read the Weight Watchers pamphlets.

Later, we watched a Hallmark channel movie I'd recorded on DVR called, "Prairie Fever," about a whiskey-drinking ex-sheriff, who agrees to escort three abused or half-crazed women back to
civilization.