We were up early this morning, but I skipped my exercises so we could get ready to go to the art gallery to conduct two sessions of the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop. We did one in the morning from 9:30 a.m. to 11:30, and one from 1 p.m. to 2:30.
I actually thought the morning workshop began at 9 a.m., so we were at the gallery by 8:45. Daughter, Granddaughter, and Great-grandchildren were already there, waiting in their vehicle. We had no key to open the gallery, so we sat and waited for the director to arrive. She got there at nine.
We got things organized before the morning group arrived at 9:30. Seven kids made Christmas houses in record time, and were finished in about an hour. One of the children belonged to a photographer who was there to get snapshots of the event for the regional edition to the state newspaper, which meant that I didn't have to do the job after all. She also snapped pictures of Mother and me to accompany the article about the Christmas houses that will appear in the Thursday edition of the paper. Too bad that I woke up this morning with bed head and didn't have time to wash and fix my hair. Oh well, most of the weird crimp was on the back of my head, which shouldn't show in the snapshot.
When the kids had completed their projects, Daughter, Granddaughter, and Great-grandkids, along with Mother came home, so Mother could get the chicken noodle soup and sandwich makings ready for lunch.
The art gallery director and I cleaned up after the first group, and organized for the second group. In the meantime, Hubbie ran a few errands for me, including going to a craft fair to pick up a dozen yeast cinnamon buns. We look forward to these light, fluffy, perfectly seasoned treats every year. He also went to a grocery store that had boxes of cereal on sale.
He picked me up about 11 a.m. and we returned home for lunch. We had the soup with deli turkey and cheese sandwiches on flat bread, and cinnamon rolls for dessert, of course. After that, Daughter and crew opened grab bag gifts and Christmas gifts.
Daughter opted to stay home with the great-grandchildren this afternoon, while Hubbie, Mother, Granddaughter, and I went to the art gallery for the second session. Nine kids showed up for this session. These were older children, who took more time to carefully design their houses, so it was 2:30 before this session ended. This morning, Granddaughter spent her time helping her 18-month-old baby create a house, but this afternoon, she enjoyed helping the older kids with their projects.
While we were gone, Daughter and Great-granddaughter watched "Polar Express," and an animated feature, while baby Great-grandson snoozed. We got back home around 3:30, after cleaning up the gallery and visited for about an hour, and then had an early supper of lunch repeated.
Daughter and crew went home after that, and we got ready to go to the 6 p.m. Christmas parade downtown. We had taken the truck to the courthouse parking lot and parked it facing the parade route on our way downtown to the art gallery this morning. So this evening, we drove the van to the back of the courthouse and walked to the truck, taking afghans with us. Hubbie went to the truck first and started the heater before we got in it. So while folks standing along the sidewalk shivered and hopped up and down in an attempt to keep warm, we were comfy watching the parade from inside the truck.
The parade this year had a Dr. Seuss theme that inspired no fewer than nine Grinch floats, plus a couple of Cat in the Hat ones. One of the Grinch floats included the character barreling in his sled down Mount Crumpit toward the center of Whoville, where "Who" children sat around a Christmas tree. This was our choice for the winning float.
Back home a little after 7 p.m., we fixed ourselves cups of hot chocolate, and sat down to watch TV for a while.
Funny: on the way home from the parade, Mother suddenly realized that she hadn't remembered to put the boiled chicken into the noodle soup at lunch. If anybody noticed there was no meat in the soup, they didn't say so. I didn't notice it. But now we have a container of several chicken breasts that we'll need to work into another meal this week.
Funny: in my previous blog I mentioned that yesterday I didn't feel the needle going in when the nurse gave me an H1N1 flu shot. Well, last night when I was getting ready for bed, I decided to remove the adhesive bandage that had been applied to the shot area, but noticed that while there was a tiny red spot where I'd gotten the shot, the bandage that was supposed to cover it was about an inch below it. Apparently, even the nurse couldn't tell where she'd "shot" me.
Scary: during the Christmas house workshop, the art gallery director tripped over a cord she''d strung between her cubbyhole office and the CD player and fell to her hands and knees, knocking over a stack of CDs and startling everyone present. The director declared that she was all right, but I think she must have hit one of her knees pretty hard, because when she got up, she was limping. I hope she isn't too stiff and sore tomorrow.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Friday, December 4
Got up early for water aerobics. It was a cold, sunny morning, with a tissue paper moon visible in the blue sky on the drive to the gym. I was hopeful the pool would be warm today, but no such luck. Again, only a dozen of us showed up for the session.
A John Grisham book that one of the ladies owns is making the rounds of water aerobics members, and today it was my turn to get it. I'm told that this volume of short stories is not up to Grisham's standards, and the lady who owns it said that it is vulgar in places, which is disappointing, if true. Hubbie and I will have to make our own judgement on that, once we've read it.
Back home after aerobics, I hurried to get ready for the day, so we could be at the doctor's clinic by 11:15 to get our H1N1 flu shots. We didn't have to wait long once we arrived before we were taken back for the vaccinations. That was the easiest shot I've ever had...I virtually didn't feel the needle at all! I wish it could be that easy for my little great-granddaughter, who is terrified of getting shots. Mother said she didn't feel the needle, either, though she felt the vaccine entering her arm, which stung a little, she said.
Afterward, we decided to go to a fast food store for containers of chili, which we brought home for lunch. I spent the afternoon, then, sending photos and recipes to the photojournalist who is doing a food article for the newspaper.
At 3:30, we decided to go to another town to have dinner at a favorite restaurant, after which we visited a local church's living nativity. This is a drive-through program that is very well done. From there, we drove around town looking at the Christmas light displays, including one at a local college, where this year there was also a small ice rink. Participants sort of shuffled on the ice rather than skated, though, and several lost their footing and fell.
We returned home around 8:30 p.m. I spent most of the rest of the evening talking on the phone with the photojournalist, who interviewed me about the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop.
Funny: in the other town, at the lighting display at the college, we had trouble finding a parking space, so Hubbie parked near the sidewalk on the turn-around...which is not really a parking area.
"Ikin youkin shekin wekin," Hubbie nervously blathered.
What?? Had Hubbie suddenly been struck with a foreign tongue?
"I'm trying to say I can stay in the van with your Mother while you walk around and take pictures," he explained.
Oh. Well, it wasn't necessary, since others were also parked along the turn-around. I was sure if we hurried through the display, no one would challenge where we parked. So we did.
A John Grisham book that one of the ladies owns is making the rounds of water aerobics members, and today it was my turn to get it. I'm told that this volume of short stories is not up to Grisham's standards, and the lady who owns it said that it is vulgar in places, which is disappointing, if true. Hubbie and I will have to make our own judgement on that, once we've read it.
Back home after aerobics, I hurried to get ready for the day, so we could be at the doctor's clinic by 11:15 to get our H1N1 flu shots. We didn't have to wait long once we arrived before we were taken back for the vaccinations. That was the easiest shot I've ever had...I virtually didn't feel the needle at all! I wish it could be that easy for my little great-granddaughter, who is terrified of getting shots. Mother said she didn't feel the needle, either, though she felt the vaccine entering her arm, which stung a little, she said.
Afterward, we decided to go to a fast food store for containers of chili, which we brought home for lunch. I spent the afternoon, then, sending photos and recipes to the photojournalist who is doing a food article for the newspaper.
At 3:30, we decided to go to another town to have dinner at a favorite restaurant, after which we visited a local church's living nativity. This is a drive-through program that is very well done. From there, we drove around town looking at the Christmas light displays, including one at a local college, where this year there was also a small ice rink. Participants sort of shuffled on the ice rather than skated, though, and several lost their footing and fell.
We returned home around 8:30 p.m. I spent most of the rest of the evening talking on the phone with the photojournalist, who interviewed me about the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop.
Funny: in the other town, at the lighting display at the college, we had trouble finding a parking space, so Hubbie parked near the sidewalk on the turn-around...which is not really a parking area.
"Ikin youkin shekin wekin," Hubbie nervously blathered.
What?? Had Hubbie suddenly been struck with a foreign tongue?
"I'm trying to say I can stay in the van with your Mother while you walk around and take pictures," he explained.
Oh. Well, it wasn't necessary, since others were also parked along the turn-around. I was sure if we hurried through the display, no one would challenge where we parked. So we did.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Thursday, December 3
Slept late this morning, after being sleep deprived for several days. After breakfast, I hopped on the treadmill and then did weights exercises. Once I was ready for the day, Hubbie and I ran errands...first to the auto repair shop, because the brake warning light on the van has been coming on. The shop owner added brake fluid and the light went off. If it comes back on, we'll take the van in to check for a leak in the line.
From there, we went to the bank, and then to the appliance store to check on our upstairs TV which, we learned, has a problem with the sensor. A new sensor is on order. In the meantime, we brought the TV home and will take it back when the sensor comes in.
Our next stop was the everything's a dollar store. Finally, we went to the WDCS. It was about 12:15 by the time we got back home. While we were gone, Mother started pots of chicken stewing for soup on Saturday.
Following lunch, Hubbie ran a couple of more errands...to the art gallery to pick up an empty milk carton to use in making a sample graham cracker cookie Christmas house, to a grocery store to get cans of icing for the Christmas house workshop, and a head of lettuce, because all the lettuce at the WDCS this morning was wilted and brown, and then to the WDCS for more boxes of house-brand graham crackers for the workshop.
This morning, I got word from the art gallery director that we'll need to conduct two sessions of the Christmas house workshop on Saturday, because more kids than usual are signing up, which is why Hubbie made a trip to pick up extra supplies.
While he was gone, I made arrangements for us to go to our primary care clinic tomorrow at 11:15 to get H1N1 flu shots. There is to be a clinic at our local health department later this month, and flu shots will be administered on a first-come-first-served basis for as long as the vaccine lasts, but that would mean standing in line for a long time, and I wanted to avoid that.
Then I called Mother's ophthalmologist to make sure it is okay for her to get the shot so soon after cataract surgery, and was told that it's fine.
Speaking of Mother's cataract surgery, she said that this morning while applying makeup, she closed her right eye (the one that still has cataracts) and looked at herself through her clear eye. "My God!" she exclaimed, "The doctor made me old!"
When Hubbie got back from his errands, Mother created a graham cracker cookie Christmas house, while I made turkey enchiladas for supper.
Just as we sat down to watch TV, a freelance newspaper reporter called. She works with another edition of the regional insert to the state paper, similar to the one I work with occasionally. She wants to do a food article about the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop, and asked me to do snapshots for it. I had planned to do that anyway, so it's no problem. She also wants to call tomorrow afternoon to do an interview with me, though I can't think what I can tell her that would be interesting. She said she wants some recipes, so this evening, I sent her one for soft gingersnaps, which seems to fit into her gingerbread theme.
From there, we went to the bank, and then to the appliance store to check on our upstairs TV which, we learned, has a problem with the sensor. A new sensor is on order. In the meantime, we brought the TV home and will take it back when the sensor comes in.
Our next stop was the everything's a dollar store. Finally, we went to the WDCS. It was about 12:15 by the time we got back home. While we were gone, Mother started pots of chicken stewing for soup on Saturday.
Following lunch, Hubbie ran a couple of more errands...to the art gallery to pick up an empty milk carton to use in making a sample graham cracker cookie Christmas house, to a grocery store to get cans of icing for the Christmas house workshop, and a head of lettuce, because all the lettuce at the WDCS this morning was wilted and brown, and then to the WDCS for more boxes of house-brand graham crackers for the workshop.
This morning, I got word from the art gallery director that we'll need to conduct two sessions of the Christmas house workshop on Saturday, because more kids than usual are signing up, which is why Hubbie made a trip to pick up extra supplies.
While he was gone, I made arrangements for us to go to our primary care clinic tomorrow at 11:15 to get H1N1 flu shots. There is to be a clinic at our local health department later this month, and flu shots will be administered on a first-come-first-served basis for as long as the vaccine lasts, but that would mean standing in line for a long time, and I wanted to avoid that.
Then I called Mother's ophthalmologist to make sure it is okay for her to get the shot so soon after cataract surgery, and was told that it's fine.
Speaking of Mother's cataract surgery, she said that this morning while applying makeup, she closed her right eye (the one that still has cataracts) and looked at herself through her clear eye. "My God!" she exclaimed, "The doctor made me old!"
When Hubbie got back from his errands, Mother created a graham cracker cookie Christmas house, while I made turkey enchiladas for supper.
Just as we sat down to watch TV, a freelance newspaper reporter called. She works with another edition of the regional insert to the state paper, similar to the one I work with occasionally. She wants to do a food article about the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop, and asked me to do snapshots for it. I had planned to do that anyway, so it's no problem. She also wants to call tomorrow afternoon to do an interview with me, though I can't think what I can tell her that would be interesting. She said she wants some recipes, so this evening, I sent her one for soft gingersnaps, which seems to fit into her gingerbread theme.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Wednesday, December 2
We were up at 6 a.m. this morning, because Mother had a follow-up appointment with her ophthalmologist, and she insisted that Hubbie take her so that I could go to water aerobics. At 7:30, Hubbie dropped me at the college gym and then took Mother to meet her 8 a.m. appointment.
It was a cold, rainy morning, requiring coats, gloves, and umbrellas. When I arrived, ladies in the dressing room said that on Monday the water was nice and warm. I didn't attend on Monday, but I figured the water would still be warm today. Instead, the maintenance guy had added water to the pool, which hadn't had time to heat, yet. Br-r-r, it was chilly.
Thirteen of us braved it, anyway, because there are only four more days of water aerobics before the college closes for the holidays, and we won't return until the middle of January.
Today, I learned we will gather for a "Water Babes" Christmas luncheon December 11. Mother was glad to hear that, since she enjoys this little get-together. Also, one of the ladies invited me (and Mother) to attend a "Cup of Cheer" gathering at her house on December 10. She invited the other ladies at the pool last Monday. This lady lives in our neighborhood.
Mother's appointment went very well. She's so thrilled about the clear vision in her left eye that she scheduled surgery for the right eye on December 29. Having the cataracts removed will give her a new lease on life, because she will be able to fully enjoy crafting and other activities that require good eyesight.
She has been in a very happy mood all day. "Having cataract surgery even fixed my TV!" she declared. For a long time, she has complained about the poor quality of the picture on her set. Actually, she needs a new TV, but at least she can see the old one better now.
For a change, I stayed home the rest of the day doing things related to the holidays, including redecorating the outdoor Christmas wreath.
Then, because somehow I forgot to watch President Obama's speech last night, I went online to watch it at a news network site.
For supper, we had leftover spaghetti, with a side of coleslaw. Mother went home after that, and Hubbie and I watched TV, including our favorite college basketball team as they played to a loss. Again. Rats.
It was a cold, rainy morning, requiring coats, gloves, and umbrellas. When I arrived, ladies in the dressing room said that on Monday the water was nice and warm. I didn't attend on Monday, but I figured the water would still be warm today. Instead, the maintenance guy had added water to the pool, which hadn't had time to heat, yet. Br-r-r, it was chilly.
Thirteen of us braved it, anyway, because there are only four more days of water aerobics before the college closes for the holidays, and we won't return until the middle of January.
Today, I learned we will gather for a "Water Babes" Christmas luncheon December 11. Mother was glad to hear that, since she enjoys this little get-together. Also, one of the ladies invited me (and Mother) to attend a "Cup of Cheer" gathering at her house on December 10. She invited the other ladies at the pool last Monday. This lady lives in our neighborhood.
Mother's appointment went very well. She's so thrilled about the clear vision in her left eye that she scheduled surgery for the right eye on December 29. Having the cataracts removed will give her a new lease on life, because she will be able to fully enjoy crafting and other activities that require good eyesight.
She has been in a very happy mood all day. "Having cataract surgery even fixed my TV!" she declared. For a long time, she has complained about the poor quality of the picture on her set. Actually, she needs a new TV, but at least she can see the old one better now.
For a change, I stayed home the rest of the day doing things related to the holidays, including redecorating the outdoor Christmas wreath.
Then, because somehow I forgot to watch President Obama's speech last night, I went online to watch it at a news network site.
For supper, we had leftover spaghetti, with a side of coleslaw. Mother went home after that, and Hubbie and I watched TV, including our favorite college basketball team as they played to a loss. Again. Rats.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Tuesday, December 1
Naturally, since I had to be up by 5 a.m. this morning, I had trouble going to sleep last night. Finally drifted off around 1:30. Four and a half hours later and bleary eyed, I dragged myself out of bed, and was ready by 6:30 to take Mother to the ophthalmologist's office for cataract surgery.
Br-r-r, it was a chilly morning, with temps low enough to create a layer of frost over lawns, fields, and meadows...a sign that winter is nigh, and I'm no fan of winter, despite it's occasional prettiness.
We arrived at the surgery at the appointed 7:10 a.m. hour, filled out the necessary paperwork, and went to the frosty waiting room. After a few minutes, Mother was escorted to the pre-surgery prep area.
Clinic staff, one by one, or in groups of two or three, fiddled with the central heat thermostat in the waiting room, and finally got it working. Just as it was getting comfortable, though, someone from the front office came back and turned it down, declaring it was too warm up there.
About two hours later, a clinic staff member escorted a very wobbly Mother, in blue surgery cap and blue booties, back to the waiting room. She was chilled to the bone, so much so that her fingernails were blue, and she was shivering, despite the fact that she had worn three layers of clothes and her coat, plus a warmed blanket, throughout her surgery.
The staff member gave her both verbal and written instructions about putting three types of eye drops in her eyes after supper and at bedtime, and advised her to remove the clear plastic eye protector only to use the eye drops. She'll wear the protector at bedtime for about a week, but can remove it in the morning to go, at 8 a.m., for a follow-up visit to the doctor.
After that, Mother was provided with a hot cup of coffee, and her choice of packages of peanut butter crackers, cheese and peanut crackers, or a pastry. Mother chose a cherry jelly filled pastry. Once she'd gained a bit of strength, we slowly made out way to the van and headed home.
She was told to rest for the remainder of the day, and she was only too glad to oblige. By suppertime, though, she felt much better, and sat in the kitchen, while I fixed the rest of the Thanksgiving leftovers for supper.
Since we got back home this morning around 9 a.m., I had plenty of time to finish Christmas decorating, and then change into a shirt and shorts and do a treadmill session and resistance exercises before lunch.
After lunch, while Mother snoozed, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the pharmacy, to the appliance store to leave the upstairs TV and remote control for repairs, and to the farm store for birdseed. Back home, we relaxed and watched the animated feature, "Shrek the Halls," and "Celtic Woman, Songs From the Heart," that I'd recorded on DVR.
Later, after Mother went home (she was recovered by this time), Hubbie and I watched the movie, "Leatherheads," a PG-13 film starring George Clooney and Renee Zellweger. It's a romantic comedy centered around a 1920's football team. We enjoyed it.
Br-r-r, it was a chilly morning, with temps low enough to create a layer of frost over lawns, fields, and meadows...a sign that winter is nigh, and I'm no fan of winter, despite it's occasional prettiness.
We arrived at the surgery at the appointed 7:10 a.m. hour, filled out the necessary paperwork, and went to the frosty waiting room. After a few minutes, Mother was escorted to the pre-surgery prep area.
Clinic staff, one by one, or in groups of two or three, fiddled with the central heat thermostat in the waiting room, and finally got it working. Just as it was getting comfortable, though, someone from the front office came back and turned it down, declaring it was too warm up there.
About two hours later, a clinic staff member escorted a very wobbly Mother, in blue surgery cap and blue booties, back to the waiting room. She was chilled to the bone, so much so that her fingernails were blue, and she was shivering, despite the fact that she had worn three layers of clothes and her coat, plus a warmed blanket, throughout her surgery.
The staff member gave her both verbal and written instructions about putting three types of eye drops in her eyes after supper and at bedtime, and advised her to remove the clear plastic eye protector only to use the eye drops. She'll wear the protector at bedtime for about a week, but can remove it in the morning to go, at 8 a.m., for a follow-up visit to the doctor.
After that, Mother was provided with a hot cup of coffee, and her choice of packages of peanut butter crackers, cheese and peanut crackers, or a pastry. Mother chose a cherry jelly filled pastry. Once she'd gained a bit of strength, we slowly made out way to the van and headed home.
She was told to rest for the remainder of the day, and she was only too glad to oblige. By suppertime, though, she felt much better, and sat in the kitchen, while I fixed the rest of the Thanksgiving leftovers for supper.
Since we got back home this morning around 9 a.m., I had plenty of time to finish Christmas decorating, and then change into a shirt and shorts and do a treadmill session and resistance exercises before lunch.
After lunch, while Mother snoozed, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the pharmacy, to the appliance store to leave the upstairs TV and remote control for repairs, and to the farm store for birdseed. Back home, we relaxed and watched the animated feature, "Shrek the Halls," and "Celtic Woman, Songs From the Heart," that I'd recorded on DVR.
Later, after Mother went home (she was recovered by this time), Hubbie and I watched the movie, "Leatherheads," a PG-13 film starring George Clooney and Renee Zellweger. It's a romantic comedy centered around a 1920's football team. We enjoyed it.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Monday, November 30
Since we needed to be ready this morning to go to a tree lighting ceremony, sponsored by Caring Hands Hospice, I skipped going to water aerobics. I also wanted to be home because someone from the ophthalmologist's office was supposed to call to give last-minute instructions about Mother's cataract surgery tomorrow morning. The call came about 9 a.m. We're to be at the surgery at 7:10 in the morning.
Mother came over shortly after that, and we went to a local bank for the tree lighting ceremony that included caroling by a quartet comprised of a teacher, two high school students, and a bank employee. They did an excellent job. After that, the Caring Hands Hospice coordinator presented pewter dove Christmas tree ornaments that folks could purchase in remembrance of loved ones. Those who bought the ornaments signed white paper doves with the names of their loved ones, and these were hung on the tree. I bought one in memory of my brother, and Hubbie bought one in memory of his brother-in-law. Then it was picture taking time, and I was asked to pose in front of the tree with the bank president and the home medical service director, since I'm an advisory committee member.
Back home, we did this and that around the house until lunch time. After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the bank, the pharmacy, the Post Office, and the WDCS.
Back home, we relaxed for a while, and then I dug out more Christmas ornaments and wreathes to finish decorating the house.
For supper tonight, we had spaghetti, salad, and garlic toast made from the remainder of the yeast bread. It was a welcome meal after several days of Thanksgiving food.
Later, Hubbie and I watched TV, including the Hallmark movie, "A Dog Called Christmas," that I'd recorded on DVR. Like sports related stories, as animal lovers, we also like dog stories.
The second movie we watched was "The National Christmas Tree," also a Hallmark film. It's about a majestic spruce that represents cherished memories of a son, who lost his mother when he was a baby, and his father. The tree was planted when the 17-year-old boy was born. Naturally, father and son have relationship problems, and the tree becomes central to their bonding process.
Mother came over shortly after that, and we went to a local bank for the tree lighting ceremony that included caroling by a quartet comprised of a teacher, two high school students, and a bank employee. They did an excellent job. After that, the Caring Hands Hospice coordinator presented pewter dove Christmas tree ornaments that folks could purchase in remembrance of loved ones. Those who bought the ornaments signed white paper doves with the names of their loved ones, and these were hung on the tree. I bought one in memory of my brother, and Hubbie bought one in memory of his brother-in-law. Then it was picture taking time, and I was asked to pose in front of the tree with the bank president and the home medical service director, since I'm an advisory committee member.
Back home, we did this and that around the house until lunch time. After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the bank, the pharmacy, the Post Office, and the WDCS.
Back home, we relaxed for a while, and then I dug out more Christmas ornaments and wreathes to finish decorating the house.
For supper tonight, we had spaghetti, salad, and garlic toast made from the remainder of the yeast bread. It was a welcome meal after several days of Thanksgiving food.
Later, Hubbie and I watched TV, including the Hallmark movie, "A Dog Called Christmas," that I'd recorded on DVR. Like sports related stories, as animal lovers, we also like dog stories.
The second movie we watched was "The National Christmas Tree," also a Hallmark film. It's about a majestic spruce that represents cherished memories of a son, who lost his mother when he was a baby, and his father. The tree was planted when the 17-year-old boy was born. Naturally, father and son have relationship problems, and the tree becomes central to their bonding process.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sunday, November 29
We slept late this morning, and then I did a treadmill session and weights exercises. After that, I programmed the DVR for upcoming shows, and then got ready for the day.
Mother came over mid-morning, and we did the usual Sunday stuff...read the newspaper, washed a couple of loads of laundry (particularly the table clothes from Thanksgiving, which had been soaking in a stain removal solution). I also uploaded Thanksgiving Day photos and e-mailed them to family.
For lunch we warmed up leftover veggies from Thanksgiving...mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, squash, green beans and corn casserole, and Chinese beets.
After lunch, we trimmed the Christmas tree in the sun room. This large tree took three hours to decorate with six strands of colored mini lights, several strands of wooden cranberry garlands, and a ton of ornaments accumulated over the years.
We began the project around 1 p.m., and finished around 4 p.m. Mother went home after that. Then, since Hubbie had expressed interest in seeing the new movie, "Blind Side," currently playing at the local theater, I decided that tonight would be a good time to go. I decided it would be a good night, because I thought I understood the weatherman to say it would rain and turn colder tomorrow.
Well, wouldn't you know it, just as we were leaving the house, there came a downpour. But we went anyway...that's what umbrellas are for. And it was worth it. This a wonderful true-life story of Michael Oher, a homeless African-American kid who is taken in by a well-to-do white family, and goes on to become an All American football player and first-round NFL draft pick.
We are especially fond of triumph-over-adversity sports related true stories. Apparently, we aren't the only ones, because despite the weather, the theater was nearly full last night. Tonight, finally, there was a ticket taker in the theater, so we were able to use our complimentary tickets.
Mother came over mid-morning, and we did the usual Sunday stuff...read the newspaper, washed a couple of loads of laundry (particularly the table clothes from Thanksgiving, which had been soaking in a stain removal solution). I also uploaded Thanksgiving Day photos and e-mailed them to family.
For lunch we warmed up leftover veggies from Thanksgiving...mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, squash, green beans and corn casserole, and Chinese beets.
After lunch, we trimmed the Christmas tree in the sun room. This large tree took three hours to decorate with six strands of colored mini lights, several strands of wooden cranberry garlands, and a ton of ornaments accumulated over the years.
We began the project around 1 p.m., and finished around 4 p.m. Mother went home after that. Then, since Hubbie had expressed interest in seeing the new movie, "Blind Side," currently playing at the local theater, I decided that tonight would be a good time to go. I decided it would be a good night, because I thought I understood the weatherman to say it would rain and turn colder tomorrow.
Well, wouldn't you know it, just as we were leaving the house, there came a downpour. But we went anyway...that's what umbrellas are for. And it was worth it. This a wonderful true-life story of Michael Oher, a homeless African-American kid who is taken in by a well-to-do white family, and goes on to become an All American football player and first-round NFL draft pick.
We are especially fond of triumph-over-adversity sports related true stories. Apparently, we aren't the only ones, because despite the weather, the theater was nearly full last night. Tonight, finally, there was a ticket taker in the theater, so we were able to use our complimentary tickets.
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