We were up about 7:30 on this sunny but still nippy morning, and I did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast.
Mother came over mid-morning, and we went shopping. We were looking for a summer purse, as my birthday gift to her. We went to every shop in town, but none of the purses...mostly large black, brown, animal print, bright yellow and green, or "bling-y" ones...didn't suit her. She wants a small, multi-pocket beige one. We'll just have to keep our eyes open when we go shopping in other towns. Maybe we'll eventually find one.
At one store, I found a pink and black plaid blouse with three-quarter length sleeves on the clearance rack. The tag showed a $6.97 price, but when I got to the register, I was told there was an extra discount, bringing the price down to $4.54. Mother didn't find anything she could use.
We got back home around 1 p.m., and had a lunch of leftover stew and scones. Then Mother began working on making greeting cards for Caring Hands Hospice, while Hubbie and I watched our favorite basketball team play to another loss. Drat it.
I abandoned the game once the team fell far behind, and joined Mother in card making. I used the rubber stamps we bought at the hobby store Thursday to stamp several card stock pages for sympathy and "just a note" cards. Then we completed about eight cards this afternoon (photos of which will appear in another blog, as time permits).
Later, we had a supper of leftover broccoli soup, with cold meatloaf sandwiches. Mother went home after that, and Hubbie and I settled in front of TV.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, Feb. 26
It was a good day. We were up about 7:30, and after breakfast, I did a treadmill session and resistance exercises.
Then I dressed to go to the 11 a.m. Go Red Luncheon at the college down the road from us. Mother went, too. It was a very nice affair, as usual. This year, the decorations included huge red and black Japanese lantern-like spheres suspended from the ceiling. The tables and chairs were dressed in red or white, with red or white napkins, secured with black ribbons. Each table featured a smaller white cloth patterned with a stylized black flower pattern in the center, and a glass vase centerpiece filled with silver branches.
The tables containing the silent auction items were dressed in white table clothes, and red clothes with clear acrylic hearts sprinkled among glittering branches. There was a nice selection of auction items, none of which appealed to Mother or me.
Red-clad, bejeweled women were escorted to their tables by "Heartthrob" gentlemen in tuxedos. My dentist escorted me, while our bank's president did the honors for Mother. I wore a red jacket over a black turtleneck shirt and black slacks, along with two heart-shaped necklaces given to me by Hubbie, and Mother wore a black outfit with a red turtleneck shirt. We both added Go Red pins to our outfits.
Lunch was a choice of cheesy broccoli or creamy chicken noodle soup, served in bread bowls, with scoops of chicken salad and diced fresh fruit on the side. Desserts were cheesecake or chocolate cake. Mother had the cheesecake, and I opted for the chocolate cake.
Three heart survivors told their stories via video. There was also a fitness expert speaker, whose theme was basically that we should "take time to stop and smell the roses," rather than fill our lives so full that we exceed our physical and mental limitations.
The entertainment was especially good today. Two local singers, a man and a woman, wowed the 300 women in attendance, and we all jumped up at once to give them a standing ovation at the end of their performance.
The event ended at 1 p.m. Back home, we basically relaxed for the afternoon, though I did upload photos to both the one-hour service and to Facebook.
Later, we heated pancakes for supper. We each had a couple of those but nothing else, since we weren't very hungry. Mother went home after that, but came back around 7 p.m., so we could go to the other college to hear the concert chorale perform the Easter portion of G. F. Handel's "Messiah." We enjoyed the hour-long performance, particularly the Hallelujah chorus a the end.
The room the concert was held in was packed to capacity. I was surprised when we walked in to see two of my old college professors acting as ushers. One is now the college president, the other is a retired biology professor.
We were back home around 9 p.m., and finished the evening watching TV.
Then I dressed to go to the 11 a.m. Go Red Luncheon at the college down the road from us. Mother went, too. It was a very nice affair, as usual. This year, the decorations included huge red and black Japanese lantern-like spheres suspended from the ceiling. The tables and chairs were dressed in red or white, with red or white napkins, secured with black ribbons. Each table featured a smaller white cloth patterned with a stylized black flower pattern in the center, and a glass vase centerpiece filled with silver branches.
The tables containing the silent auction items were dressed in white table clothes, and red clothes with clear acrylic hearts sprinkled among glittering branches. There was a nice selection of auction items, none of which appealed to Mother or me.
Red-clad, bejeweled women were escorted to their tables by "Heartthrob" gentlemen in tuxedos. My dentist escorted me, while our bank's president did the honors for Mother. I wore a red jacket over a black turtleneck shirt and black slacks, along with two heart-shaped necklaces given to me by Hubbie, and Mother wore a black outfit with a red turtleneck shirt. We both added Go Red pins to our outfits.
Lunch was a choice of cheesy broccoli or creamy chicken noodle soup, served in bread bowls, with scoops of chicken salad and diced fresh fruit on the side. Desserts were cheesecake or chocolate cake. Mother had the cheesecake, and I opted for the chocolate cake.
Three heart survivors told their stories via video. There was also a fitness expert speaker, whose theme was basically that we should "take time to stop and smell the roses," rather than fill our lives so full that we exceed our physical and mental limitations.
The entertainment was especially good today. Two local singers, a man and a woman, wowed the 300 women in attendance, and we all jumped up at once to give them a standing ovation at the end of their performance.
The event ended at 1 p.m. Back home, we basically relaxed for the afternoon, though I did upload photos to both the one-hour service and to Facebook.
Later, we heated pancakes for supper. We each had a couple of those but nothing else, since we weren't very hungry. Mother went home after that, but came back around 7 p.m., so we could go to the other college to hear the concert chorale perform the Easter portion of G. F. Handel's "Messiah." We enjoyed the hour-long performance, particularly the Hallelujah chorus a the end.
The room the concert was held in was packed to capacity. I was surprised when we walked in to see two of my old college professors acting as ushers. One is now the college president, the other is a retired biology professor.
We were back home around 9 p.m., and finished the evening watching TV.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Thursday, Feb. 25
We were up at 6 a.m. this morning, so we could get ready for a trip to the Capital City. We meant to leave at 8 a.m., but Hubbie was feeling icky, so we waited a while. He perked up around 9 a.m., so we headed out. I drove, so he could rest.
We arrived around 11 a.m., and stopped by the wholesale club to pick up several items, including a package of ink jet cartridges for my printer. I nearly fell out, when I discovered the cartridges have gone up in price and extra $10! Yikes. I'll be more judicious in my use of the printer from now on.
The price of fresh fruit is a bit staggering, too, but for our health's sake, I don't plan to skimp on healthy foods. While we were there, we picked up items for Mother, too, like dried cranberries and pecans...got those for ourselves, as well.
From this store, we stopped by a campground that is located just across the river from the museum where I'll be teaching photography in July. We figured we needed to make reservations now to assure a space, since we want to camp there beginning on the July 4th weekend, and continuing through that next week.
The campground is in full view of the area where the city conducts its July 4 fireworks display, with accompanying symphony music, and we will be able to see it from a picnic pavilion in the campground.
From there, we went to the Olive Garden restaurant for lunch, where we had soup, salad, and bread sticks. Mother and I chose a creamy chicken and dumpling soup, and Hubbie opted for minestrone, which he ate only a spoonful or two of before deciding it wasn't what he wanted.
I told him the creamy chicken would set on his stomach better, and thought he should have ordered it. "Well, I didn't know I wanted it. Why didn't you tell me," he laughed. So as soon as one of the wait staff stopped by to ask how everthing was, I asked him to bring Hubbie the creamy soup.
After lunch, we went to a hobby store, where Mother and I shopped for rubber stamps on behalf of the club for making greeting cards for Caring Hands. We also picked up on-sale scrapbook papers and stickers.
At 2:30, we headed to the dental clinic, where I had an appointment. I arrived a few minutes early, but the hygienist took me back right away. So the cleaning and exam was completed pretty quickly, and we headed home.
Mother and I settled for leftover soup and scones from last night, though Hubbie had only a cup of hot tea. If he isn't a bunch better by tomorrow, I think I'll insist he see his doctor. He isn't running fever, but he's been blah for a couple of days now.
Later, we watched the movie, "The Longshots," a cute 2008 PG film starring Ice Cube and Keke Palmer. It's a true story about Jasmine Plummer, a middle school girl who became the first female to play in the Pop Warner football tournament, as a quarterback.
We arrived around 11 a.m., and stopped by the wholesale club to pick up several items, including a package of ink jet cartridges for my printer. I nearly fell out, when I discovered the cartridges have gone up in price and extra $10! Yikes. I'll be more judicious in my use of the printer from now on.
The price of fresh fruit is a bit staggering, too, but for our health's sake, I don't plan to skimp on healthy foods. While we were there, we picked up items for Mother, too, like dried cranberries and pecans...got those for ourselves, as well.
From this store, we stopped by a campground that is located just across the river from the museum where I'll be teaching photography in July. We figured we needed to make reservations now to assure a space, since we want to camp there beginning on the July 4th weekend, and continuing through that next week.
The campground is in full view of the area where the city conducts its July 4 fireworks display, with accompanying symphony music, and we will be able to see it from a picnic pavilion in the campground.
From there, we went to the Olive Garden restaurant for lunch, where we had soup, salad, and bread sticks. Mother and I chose a creamy chicken and dumpling soup, and Hubbie opted for minestrone, which he ate only a spoonful or two of before deciding it wasn't what he wanted.
I told him the creamy chicken would set on his stomach better, and thought he should have ordered it. "Well, I didn't know I wanted it. Why didn't you tell me," he laughed. So as soon as one of the wait staff stopped by to ask how everthing was, I asked him to bring Hubbie the creamy soup.
After lunch, we went to a hobby store, where Mother and I shopped for rubber stamps on behalf of the club for making greeting cards for Caring Hands. We also picked up on-sale scrapbook papers and stickers.
At 2:30, we headed to the dental clinic, where I had an appointment. I arrived a few minutes early, but the hygienist took me back right away. So the cleaning and exam was completed pretty quickly, and we headed home.
Mother and I settled for leftover soup and scones from last night, though Hubbie had only a cup of hot tea. If he isn't a bunch better by tomorrow, I think I'll insist he see his doctor. He isn't running fever, but he's been blah for a couple of days now.
Later, we watched the movie, "The Longshots," a cute 2008 PG film starring Ice Cube and Keke Palmer. It's a true story about Jasmine Plummer, a middle school girl who became the first female to play in the Pop Warner football tournament, as a quarterback.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, Feb. 24
We were up around 7:30 on this sunny, but windy-cold morning, and I did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast. Once I was ready for the day, I attempted to renew the anti-virus on my office computer, but naturally ran into problems with it.
I quit in frustration for a while, and then went back to it later. After another try or two, I finally accomplished it.
Mother came over after lunch, and chopped veggies for a new soup recipe. While she was doing that, Hubbie and I ran a few errands...to get more cottage cheese, and to the greeting card shop for a birthday card for Mother. I also picked up an Easter card for her, as well as a free child's greeting card. Then we went to the WDCS for a few groceries, and to the gas station to fill the van.
Had a near miss on the WDCS parking lot, when a young woman in a big, red pickup truck came barreling across the lot just as we were driving down an aisle to find a parking space. If she had hit us, it would have been on the passenger side, and I would have been injured, because she was traveling pretty fast. She seemed to just come out of nowhere and screeched to a stop just feet away from us.
On the way home, I noticed, sadly, that one of our black cats was lying dead on the shoulder of the road. I hate when this happens.
Back home, I set up the food processor to blend the veggies (carrots, celery, onions, broccoli, and minute rice) that Mother had cooked. To this, we added milk, spices, and frozen English peas, and a little cheese, which made a delicious creamy soup. We made herbed scones to accompany the soup. The scones, also delicious, were from a new recipe, too.
After supper, Mother went home, and Hubbie and I watched TV...a couple of one-hour shows and our favorite basketball team playing to a loss in a game they should have won.
Hubbie has been under the weather today. I hope he feels better tomorrow for the trip.
I quit in frustration for a while, and then went back to it later. After another try or two, I finally accomplished it.
Mother came over after lunch, and chopped veggies for a new soup recipe. While she was doing that, Hubbie and I ran a few errands...to get more cottage cheese, and to the greeting card shop for a birthday card for Mother. I also picked up an Easter card for her, as well as a free child's greeting card. Then we went to the WDCS for a few groceries, and to the gas station to fill the van.
Had a near miss on the WDCS parking lot, when a young woman in a big, red pickup truck came barreling across the lot just as we were driving down an aisle to find a parking space. If she had hit us, it would have been on the passenger side, and I would have been injured, because she was traveling pretty fast. She seemed to just come out of nowhere and screeched to a stop just feet away from us.
On the way home, I noticed, sadly, that one of our black cats was lying dead on the shoulder of the road. I hate when this happens.
Back home, I set up the food processor to blend the veggies (carrots, celery, onions, broccoli, and minute rice) that Mother had cooked. To this, we added milk, spices, and frozen English peas, and a little cheese, which made a delicious creamy soup. We made herbed scones to accompany the soup. The scones, also delicious, were from a new recipe, too.
After supper, Mother went home, and Hubbie and I watched TV...a couple of one-hour shows and our favorite basketball team playing to a loss in a game they should have won.
Hubbie has been under the weather today. I hope he feels better tomorrow for the trip.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, Feb. 23
We were up about 7 a.m. so I could get ready to meet an 8:45 a.m. doctor appointment. This was a three-month checkup to make sure there is nothing amiss since being prescribed a different cholesterol medication.
The exam included a fasting lab, so I could have nothing to eat or drink after midnight last night. My weight is up a little following the holidays, so I'll be working to correct that. Mother and I slacked off of going to Weight Watchers during the holidays, which probably wasn't a good plan.
My blood pressure, however, was remarkably low at 122/80. Results from my last blood work back in November showed my LDL (bad cholesterol) at 60, HDL normal.
The doctor was in a "talky" mood today, noting that her husband gets on diet kicks and over-buys whatever food he's into at the time, with some of it going to waste. The doctor, who is a very frugal person, hates waste (I'm with her on that). Currently, the family is trying to finish a large quantity of smoked salmon...a food she does not like, but is determined to eat so as not to waste it.
Then she got on the subject of clothing, saying that she hates to shop. In fact, her husband shops for her. Recently, though, he paid more for an outfit than she thought he should have, so she took it back and bought three other outfits at lower prices.
"I wear my clothes for about five years," she laughed, "before I'll agree to go shopping for myself." She's definitely no fashion slave, she admits.
After my session with the doctor, I sat for quite a while waiting for my blood work, since the lab nurse was very busy. When it came my turn, it wasn't a pleasant experience, since she couldn't seem to catch the vein in my left arm after digging around in there for several uncomfortable seconds, and had to go to my right arm. Now I have bruises on both arms.
While I was waiting for my turn in the lab, a guy in his fifties struck up a conversation with me about his concern over elevated cholesterol and blood pressure, which he attributes to his 70-hour work weeks in nearby natural gas fields. Rarely having a day off is taking its toll on him, he said.
As we were talking, one of the nurses rushed by with a cotton swab for the lab. Then she rushed back to an exam room and came through again with another swab. Earlier, I heard the doctor order a swab for flu, and I asked the nurse if there was an HINI patient in the clinic. She said she didn't know yet.
By the time I got out of the clinic, it was 10 a.m. As I was leaving, I saw a family bundling a child into the back seat of a car. I wondered if this was the one who needed the swabs, and if he or she was headed home or to the hospital.
I'd been filled full of conversation at the clinic, but I was decidedly empty of food, so I was ready for something to eat when I got home. Hubbie heated up the leftover egg casserole from last night, which we had with toast. Bless him, Hubbie had waited for his breakfast until I got home.
After breakfast, Mother came over, and we mixed more hand creams and bath salts. We didn't do anything else before having a lunch of leftover spaghetti, with cottage cheese.
Then we sat down to watch some of the Winter Olympics that I'd recorded on DVR. We were particularly interested in the ice dancing event, but we also watched some of the women's speed skating, and a little of the bob sledding.
Later, we watched the movie, "Hotel for Dogs," a PG film about foster kids who take care of stray dogs in an abandoned hotel.
The second movie we saw was "10,000 B.C.," rated PG-13. Prehistoric people speak perfect English and chase woolly mammoths. A young man falls in love with a young woman with blue eyes who is abducted, so that he has to embark on an odyssey to rescue her in uncharted territories, performing heroic deeds along the way. Giant birds and sabre-toothed tigers threaten. Prehistoric high fashion reigns in the form of dreadlock hairdos, and a tribe dressed like more advanced Mongols, riding on modern horses. Primitive tools mix with sophisticated ones. A pyramid-building advanced culture is discovered.
The exam included a fasting lab, so I could have nothing to eat or drink after midnight last night. My weight is up a little following the holidays, so I'll be working to correct that. Mother and I slacked off of going to Weight Watchers during the holidays, which probably wasn't a good plan.
My blood pressure, however, was remarkably low at 122/80. Results from my last blood work back in November showed my LDL (bad cholesterol) at 60, HDL normal.
The doctor was in a "talky" mood today, noting that her husband gets on diet kicks and over-buys whatever food he's into at the time, with some of it going to waste. The doctor, who is a very frugal person, hates waste (I'm with her on that). Currently, the family is trying to finish a large quantity of smoked salmon...a food she does not like, but is determined to eat so as not to waste it.
Then she got on the subject of clothing, saying that she hates to shop. In fact, her husband shops for her. Recently, though, he paid more for an outfit than she thought he should have, so she took it back and bought three other outfits at lower prices.
"I wear my clothes for about five years," she laughed, "before I'll agree to go shopping for myself." She's definitely no fashion slave, she admits.
After my session with the doctor, I sat for quite a while waiting for my blood work, since the lab nurse was very busy. When it came my turn, it wasn't a pleasant experience, since she couldn't seem to catch the vein in my left arm after digging around in there for several uncomfortable seconds, and had to go to my right arm. Now I have bruises on both arms.
While I was waiting for my turn in the lab, a guy in his fifties struck up a conversation with me about his concern over elevated cholesterol and blood pressure, which he attributes to his 70-hour work weeks in nearby natural gas fields. Rarely having a day off is taking its toll on him, he said.
As we were talking, one of the nurses rushed by with a cotton swab for the lab. Then she rushed back to an exam room and came through again with another swab. Earlier, I heard the doctor order a swab for flu, and I asked the nurse if there was an HINI patient in the clinic. She said she didn't know yet.
By the time I got out of the clinic, it was 10 a.m. As I was leaving, I saw a family bundling a child into the back seat of a car. I wondered if this was the one who needed the swabs, and if he or she was headed home or to the hospital.
I'd been filled full of conversation at the clinic, but I was decidedly empty of food, so I was ready for something to eat when I got home. Hubbie heated up the leftover egg casserole from last night, which we had with toast. Bless him, Hubbie had waited for his breakfast until I got home.
After breakfast, Mother came over, and we mixed more hand creams and bath salts. We didn't do anything else before having a lunch of leftover spaghetti, with cottage cheese.
Then we sat down to watch some of the Winter Olympics that I'd recorded on DVR. We were particularly interested in the ice dancing event, but we also watched some of the women's speed skating, and a little of the bob sledding.
Later, we watched the movie, "Hotel for Dogs," a PG film about foster kids who take care of stray dogs in an abandoned hotel.
The second movie we saw was "10,000 B.C.," rated PG-13. Prehistoric people speak perfect English and chase woolly mammoths. A young man falls in love with a young woman with blue eyes who is abducted, so that he has to embark on an odyssey to rescue her in uncharted territories, performing heroic deeds along the way. Giant birds and sabre-toothed tigers threaten. Prehistoric high fashion reigns in the form of dreadlock hairdos, and a tribe dressed like more advanced Mongols, riding on modern horses. Primitive tools mix with sophisticated ones. A pyramid-building advanced culture is discovered.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, Feb. 22
Slept til around 7:30 this morning, and then did a treadmill session and resistance exercises. After that, I found that the computer upstairs wouldn't boot correctly, so I had to reset it. And then, I decided I should burn my most recent photos to CD...but no, I couldn't make anything work. I spent an inordinate amount of time fooling with a couple of programs trying to make headway, without success.
I think the program that Nephew installed a couple of months ago for transferring audiobooks on tape to CDs, and which I have never been able to make work, even with explicit written instructions, is messing with my other programs. I might have to uninstall it to see if it clears up the problem. Frustrating.
I finally gave up around 11 a.m., and decided to call our scrapbook member who has lost so many family members to ask if she'd like for our Caring Hands coordinator to pick her up and take her to the next grief therapy meeting. This lady expressed a desire to attend a meeting somewhere, since she recognizes that she needs help working through her grief. She was not home when I called, of course.
So I called the lady's sister-in-law, another member of the club, to make sure the grieving lady was okay. She is, but this lady likes to talk, so I was on the phone with her until nearly noon.
I hurried downstairs to join Hubbie for a deli turkey sandwich lunch. Mother came over after that, and we listed the types of dry beans we'd need for making packages of 11 beans for soups. Then Hubbie and I ran errands...to a grocery store to get cottage cheese; to a dollar store for more lotions and other ingredients for making hand creams and scrubs, and a child's birthday card; and then to the WDCS for the beans.
Back home, I mixed the beans in a big plastic bag, and Mother and I loaded 33 quart-size freezer bags with one and a half cups of beans each (enough for a soup recipe).
After that, I went back to my computer for a while, and then called the grieving lady again and left a message. She called back soon after and said that yes, she'd like to attend grief therapy sessions. So I emailed the information to the Caring Hands coordinator, along with the new email address of another scrapbook member, whose computer has been down for a while. I also responded affirmatively to the coordinator's invitation to Mother and me to attend a greeting card making session on March 12. I sort of felt like a coordinator myself today.
Later, we had breakfast for supper...an egg/potato/cheese casserole, with peaches topped with cottage cheese, and toast.
Mother went home after supper, and Hubbie and I, inspired by (or maybe shamed by) Mother and Daughters-in-Law, who have been productively cleaning closets and drawers in their homes, weeded out two end table drawers in the den. It wasn't much, but it's a start. Maybe it'll encourage us to clean out other drawers, and maybe even closets, in the days to come.
Then we sat down to a movie..."Breaking and Entering," a 2007 R-rated film starring Jude Law. The product label says the movie is "A sexy and steamy story about a disparate group of Londoners connected by a string of burglaries and a passionate affair." An architect and his partner open an office in a seedy part of London. The office is burglarized a couple of times. One of the architects lives with a woman with an autistic child. He begins an affair with the mother of the youth who ransacks his office. The pretty cleaning woman is suspected of the crime, though. And there's a philosophical prostitute thrown into the mix for good measure.
I think the program that Nephew installed a couple of months ago for transferring audiobooks on tape to CDs, and which I have never been able to make work, even with explicit written instructions, is messing with my other programs. I might have to uninstall it to see if it clears up the problem. Frustrating.
I finally gave up around 11 a.m., and decided to call our scrapbook member who has lost so many family members to ask if she'd like for our Caring Hands coordinator to pick her up and take her to the next grief therapy meeting. This lady expressed a desire to attend a meeting somewhere, since she recognizes that she needs help working through her grief. She was not home when I called, of course.
So I called the lady's sister-in-law, another member of the club, to make sure the grieving lady was okay. She is, but this lady likes to talk, so I was on the phone with her until nearly noon.
I hurried downstairs to join Hubbie for a deli turkey sandwich lunch. Mother came over after that, and we listed the types of dry beans we'd need for making packages of 11 beans for soups. Then Hubbie and I ran errands...to a grocery store to get cottage cheese; to a dollar store for more lotions and other ingredients for making hand creams and scrubs, and a child's birthday card; and then to the WDCS for the beans.
Back home, I mixed the beans in a big plastic bag, and Mother and I loaded 33 quart-size freezer bags with one and a half cups of beans each (enough for a soup recipe).
After that, I went back to my computer for a while, and then called the grieving lady again and left a message. She called back soon after and said that yes, she'd like to attend grief therapy sessions. So I emailed the information to the Caring Hands coordinator, along with the new email address of another scrapbook member, whose computer has been down for a while. I also responded affirmatively to the coordinator's invitation to Mother and me to attend a greeting card making session on March 12. I sort of felt like a coordinator myself today.
Later, we had breakfast for supper...an egg/potato/cheese casserole, with peaches topped with cottage cheese, and toast.
Mother went home after supper, and Hubbie and I, inspired by (or maybe shamed by) Mother and Daughters-in-Law, who have been productively cleaning closets and drawers in their homes, weeded out two end table drawers in the den. It wasn't much, but it's a start. Maybe it'll encourage us to clean out other drawers, and maybe even closets, in the days to come.
Then we sat down to a movie..."Breaking and Entering," a 2007 R-rated film starring Jude Law. The product label says the movie is "A sexy and steamy story about a disparate group of Londoners connected by a string of burglaries and a passionate affair." An architect and his partner open an office in a seedy part of London. The office is burglarized a couple of times. One of the architects lives with a woman with an autistic child. He begins an affair with the mother of the youth who ransacks his office. The pretty cleaning woman is suspected of the crime, though. And there's a philosophical prostitute thrown into the mix for good measure.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday, Feb. 21
Typical Sunday...up around 7:30, and did a treadmill session and weights exercises. Later, Mother came over, and we planned the menu for the week. Then I did usual...programmed the DVR and read the Sunday newspaper.
After a lunch of leftover spaghetti, Mother went home, and Hubbie and I shopped at the WDCS. Couldn't have chosen a nicer day for this, since it was pouring rain. I would have preferred to postpone the trip til tomorrow, but we needed a few of the items right away.
Back home, I uploaded photos from yesterday's family gathering, played on the computer for a while, and washed a couple of loads of clothes. Exciting stuff.
Later, we watched TV, of course. Tonight's fare was a PBS Masterpiece Theater three-part film of a Jane Austen work..."Emma," starring Ramola Garai and Johnny Lee Miller. This is a new adaptation of the 1816 book. We've also seen the version starring Gwenyth Paltrow. The story is charming, whoever plays the title roles.
After a lunch of leftover spaghetti, Mother went home, and Hubbie and I shopped at the WDCS. Couldn't have chosen a nicer day for this, since it was pouring rain. I would have preferred to postpone the trip til tomorrow, but we needed a few of the items right away.
Back home, I uploaded photos from yesterday's family gathering, played on the computer for a while, and washed a couple of loads of clothes. Exciting stuff.
Later, we watched TV, of course. Tonight's fare was a PBS Masterpiece Theater three-part film of a Jane Austen work..."Emma," starring Ramola Garai and Johnny Lee Miller. This is a new adaptation of the 1816 book. We've also seen the version starring Gwenyth Paltrow. The story is charming, whoever plays the title roles.
Great-Grandbaby
Here's a snapshot of our newest great-grandbaby...he's great-grandbaby number 23 for Hubbie and me.
Gift Baskets
Mother and I enjoyed making these gift packs for the birthday honoree women at the family gathering yesterday. The packs include hand and body cream, bath salts, and bath scrub, that Mother and I made according to instructions we got at the craft extravaganza event we attended back in the fall. We included instructions in the packs, along with handmade screen door birthday cards. I found the cute spring decorated tins, and the plastic bags with bows at the everything's a dollar store. I love these bows, because they are so easy to make...they are packaged flat, with small ribbons laced through rings along the large ribbon. All I had to do was pull those small ribbons and the big ribbon folded itself into a pretty bow.
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