Sunday, March 13

Today is Great-Granddaughter's birthday. Happy Birthday, Great-Granddaughter!



Had one of those nights when I went to sleep quickly after going to bed, but then woke up a couple of hours later and couldn't go back to sleep. Tossed and turned until around 6:30 a.m., long enough to hear the first bird sing, and a distant bird return the song, then drifted off and woke back up around 8:30 (which my body told me was 7:30 on this first morning of daylight savings time).



Hubbie was already up when I came downstairs...I don't know when he got up. I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt for an exercise session, but then didn't feel like doing it. Instead, Hubbie put color in my hair in anticipation of a haircut on Tuesday.



Mother came over while I was getting ready for the day and put a pork roast, with onions and carrots, into the slow cooker. Hubbie peeled potatoes, which I later mashed to have with gravy. Individual containers of applesauce completed our lunch.



Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I ran errands...to the WDCS for groceries and incidentals for ourselves and for Mother, to a pharmacy/grocery store to pick up a prescription and on-sale grocery items, and to another grocery store for cottage cheese.



Back home, we relaxed, read the Sunday newspaper, and watched TV, including a silly 2009, PG rated movie called, "Tooth Fairy," starring Dwayne 'the rock' Johnson, Julie Andrews, and Ashley Judd. A minor league hockey player (Johnson) goes around destroying people's dreams with his pessimistic disbelief, and is sentenced by a Tooth Fairy godmother (Andrews) to sprout wings, wear a tight blue suit, and spend two weeks as a tooth fairy.



Later, we watched a three-part Masterpiece Theater production from the public TV channel called, "Any Human Heart," which is based on a novel by William Boyd. It is written as the intimate autobiographical journals of fictitious writer Logan Mountstuart, detailing Mountstuarts's life from the 1920s to the 1980s.



Note: as if commercials and advertisements do not already invade our lives enough, a columnist in today's newspaper wrote about a new gimmick...at Chicago O'Hare International Airport, bathroom mirrors display still or video picture ads until an electronic sensor sees you coming, at which time the ad recedes to the upper left-hand corner of the mirror. Is no space, not even a bathroom, inviolate anymore?