We were up around 6:30 this morning, so Hubbie could get ready to go to the Extension Office to help the Master Gardeners conduct a potted tulip sale. He didn't eat breakfast, because he anticipated there would be pastries or other nibbles at the sale.
After my breakfast, I did a treadmill session and resistance exercises. Mother came over while I was getting ready for the day and worked on her jigsaw puzzle.
Around 10:30, I decided to go to the store that has a sale every weekend to look for a pair of jeans. When I first looked through the stacks, I didn't see my size in the indigo color I prefer. But upon going through them pair by pair, I finally found one in my size.
The price tag on the jeans was $40, but they were on sale, and by the time I used a $10 coupon I received in the mail, I ended up paying $14.11 for them, using a gift card Hubbie gave me for Christmas.
When I got back, Hubbie was already home. I thought the sale was to end at noon, but he said that business had gotten slow by 11 a.m., so the group decided to each buy a couple of the pots of tulips themselves, so they could shut down.
I fixed omelets for lunch, which Hubbie was plenty ready for, since it turned out that there had been nothing for him to eat at the tulip sale. It'd been a long time between supper last night and lunch today!
After lunch, Hubbie and I went to the WDCS to shop for groceries. Back home, we didn't do anything important. Mother continued with her jigsaw puzzle, and I read my novel.
Around 4 p.m., Hubbie called our cable company, because we discovered this morning that neither our land line telephones, nor our Internet were functioning. We thought it was caused by something going on with the cable company, and it'd right itself eventually, because a couple of days ago, our three main TV channels quit, but came back on later in the day. This time, there continued to be no land line or Internet service all day. So a cable company rep came by around 5:30 p.m. and replaced the computer modem, and now we're back in business.
Supper tonight was pizzas, made on thin whole wheat bagels, and baked potatoes. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched the 2009, PG-13 movie, "That Evening Sun," starring Hal Holbrook, and Ray McKinnon. An elderly man (Holbrook) leaves the nursing home where his son abandoned him and goes back to his home place, only to find a family occupying it. He is determined to run them off. The man of the occupying family is violent and abusive, and trouble escalates. Good movie.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Friday, March 18
Up at 6:30 this morning, so I could get ready for a trip a couple of hours south to meet Daughter for a shopping expedition. What a gorgeous day for an outing! It started a bit cool, so I wore a cotton sweater, but by noon, the temperature rose into the high 70s.
I took six music CDs to enjoy while traveling down and back, which was exactly enough to satisfy the four hours I was on the road. Along the way, there was road working going on, which necessitated one-lane traffic sometimes, but it didn't slow me down appreciably. I still arrived at the shopping strip mall area at 10 a.m.
As soon as I arrived, I called Daughter, without success. She'd changed her cell phone number, which, she said, she'd given me the last time she visited our house. But I failed to get it into my cell phone. We finally made contact, though. Turned out, she was already in the first store I wanted to visit, as was I, but we were in two different places.
Daughter had brought along my twelve-year-old great-grandson, who was out of school today. I thought that shopping with two women looking for clothing would be terribly boring for Great-Grandson, but he seemed perfectly content. He made frequent excursions to other parts of the stores to look around.
I bought a couple of blouses at the first store, after which we traveled across town to a buffet restaurant, because Great-Grandson said he wanted a salad. After lunch, we went back across town to a hobby shop, where I bought several glue sticks of the sort that Mother prefers to use in card making and scrapbooking, and a punch that makes a lacy edge, purchased on behalf of our scrapbook club for our card making community project.
Then we went back to the strip mall, where we shopped in three more stores. I found two winter mock turtlenecks in one of the stores, for $3 each. One is for Mother. In the next store, I found a chambray shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. At the third store, I found a dressy outfit...jacket, slacks, and shell. Great-Grandson put his stamp of approval on this outfit, which he thinks is properly dignified for his great-grandmother.
The jacket to the outfit is light brown, with cuffed three-quarter length sleeves. The bottom of the jacket hits just below the waistline, and the front is detailed with a subtle ruffle up the front and around the neck, which is the same material as the jacket. I paired the jacket with light brown slacks, and a glossy gold stretch-crepe shell.
Our last stop was a variety store, where none of us found anything we wanted. By this time, it was about 3 p.m., and Daughter needed to get ready to go to work, and I wanted to get on the road home before the evening commuters clogged the highways.
I was home just after 5 p.m. As soon as I came in the house, Mother and Hubbie related an incident that happened while I was gone. Seems that shortly after they'd come inside after working in the raised veggie gardens, a truck, traveling around 60 miles an hour, we suspect, lost a wheel, which sailed into our yard, traveled between two trees, narrowly missing the tulip bed, proceeded between two yucca plants, traveled up a pile of dirt, catapulted onto a couple of tree roots, veered to the right, therefore missing Mother's house, and came to rest beside one of the raised veggie beds. It's a wonder that Mother and Hubbie were not still in the yard when it happened...one of them could have been hit with the wheel!
Mother had heated the remainder of the split pea soup for our supper. After we'd eaten, she went home, and I uploaded snapshots of the maverick truck wheel to my social network page. I'd taken the snapshots just before supper.
Then Hubbie and I watched the 2010, PG-13 movie, "Ghost Writer," starring Ewan McGregor, Pierce Brosnan, and, briefly, Timothy Hutton and Jim Belushi (startlingly bald in this film). A ghostwriter is hired to write the memoirs of a former prime minister, and gets caught up in political and sexual intrigue. Surprise ending.
Funny: at one of the dress shops, I heard a phone ring, so I whipped out my cell phone and answered it just as a young clerk waltzed by, shooting me an amused smile, and answered the store phone.
I took six music CDs to enjoy while traveling down and back, which was exactly enough to satisfy the four hours I was on the road. Along the way, there was road working going on, which necessitated one-lane traffic sometimes, but it didn't slow me down appreciably. I still arrived at the shopping strip mall area at 10 a.m.
As soon as I arrived, I called Daughter, without success. She'd changed her cell phone number, which, she said, she'd given me the last time she visited our house. But I failed to get it into my cell phone. We finally made contact, though. Turned out, she was already in the first store I wanted to visit, as was I, but we were in two different places.
Daughter had brought along my twelve-year-old great-grandson, who was out of school today. I thought that shopping with two women looking for clothing would be terribly boring for Great-Grandson, but he seemed perfectly content. He made frequent excursions to other parts of the stores to look around.
I bought a couple of blouses at the first store, after which we traveled across town to a buffet restaurant, because Great-Grandson said he wanted a salad. After lunch, we went back across town to a hobby shop, where I bought several glue sticks of the sort that Mother prefers to use in card making and scrapbooking, and a punch that makes a lacy edge, purchased on behalf of our scrapbook club for our card making community project.
Then we went back to the strip mall, where we shopped in three more stores. I found two winter mock turtlenecks in one of the stores, for $3 each. One is for Mother. In the next store, I found a chambray shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. At the third store, I found a dressy outfit...jacket, slacks, and shell. Great-Grandson put his stamp of approval on this outfit, which he thinks is properly dignified for his great-grandmother.
The jacket to the outfit is light brown, with cuffed three-quarter length sleeves. The bottom of the jacket hits just below the waistline, and the front is detailed with a subtle ruffle up the front and around the neck, which is the same material as the jacket. I paired the jacket with light brown slacks, and a glossy gold stretch-crepe shell.
Our last stop was a variety store, where none of us found anything we wanted. By this time, it was about 3 p.m., and Daughter needed to get ready to go to work, and I wanted to get on the road home before the evening commuters clogged the highways.
I was home just after 5 p.m. As soon as I came in the house, Mother and Hubbie related an incident that happened while I was gone. Seems that shortly after they'd come inside after working in the raised veggie gardens, a truck, traveling around 60 miles an hour, we suspect, lost a wheel, which sailed into our yard, traveled between two trees, narrowly missing the tulip bed, proceeded between two yucca plants, traveled up a pile of dirt, catapulted onto a couple of tree roots, veered to the right, therefore missing Mother's house, and came to rest beside one of the raised veggie beds. It's a wonder that Mother and Hubbie were not still in the yard when it happened...one of them could have been hit with the wheel!
Mother had heated the remainder of the split pea soup for our supper. After we'd eaten, she went home, and I uploaded snapshots of the maverick truck wheel to my social network page. I'd taken the snapshots just before supper.
Then Hubbie and I watched the 2010, PG-13 movie, "Ghost Writer," starring Ewan McGregor, Pierce Brosnan, and, briefly, Timothy Hutton and Jim Belushi (startlingly bald in this film). A ghostwriter is hired to write the memoirs of a former prime minister, and gets caught up in political and sexual intrigue. Surprise ending.
Funny: at one of the dress shops, I heard a phone ring, so I whipped out my cell phone and answered it just as a young clerk waltzed by, shooting me an amused smile, and answered the store phone.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Thursday, March 17
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I was up around 7:30 this morning, and did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast.
Hubbie went to a Master Gardener's house at 9 a.m. to help dig tulip bulbs, which the members planted in pots to be sold Saturday at the Extension Office. The group worked until around 11:30.
Mother came over around that time, and after lunch, we went to the Extension Office conference room to attend a 1 p.m. scrapbook get-together. Only three of us showed up, but we had a good time and accomplished a lot. We each completed three or four pages for our scrapbooks.
We were back home by 3 p.m. Mother went to her house, and Hubbie worked in the yard until about 4 p.m. In the meantime, I went downtown to the art gallery to deliver a punch bowl ladle and a couple of Celtic music CDs for an event tonight.
Took me a while to accomplish that task, because I ran into a traffic jam near the college down the road, where students were trying to exit the campus. There was a long line of cars all the way to the four-way stop, but each car allowed one car to merge from the campus to the road. So, thanks to southern hospitality, traffic moved smoothly, if slowly, to the stop light.
Downtown, all the parking spaces were occupied in the block where the art gallery is located, so I had to swing back around and park a block away. Thankfully, the weather has been beautiful and warm today, so I enjoyed the short walk.
Back home, Hubbie and I had a supper of leftover split pea soup, with biscuits and honey. Then we went to the art gallery, where an improvisational artist was performing. She did a couple of mime skits, and then enlisted those present to participate.
There were only eight of us in attendance (four teenagers and four adults), so we were all prevailed upon to perform. One game we played involved the first person pretending to do something...read a book, for instance...and the second person asks what she is doing. The first person responds with something rediculous, like "making pizza." The second person has to pretend to be making pizza, but respond with a rediculous answer about what she is doing, etc.
Another game was called "fortunately/unfortunately." A mother and daughter are shopping at a shoe store. The daughter says, "Fortunately, they have just the pair of shoes I want." The mother says, "Unfortunately, they cost too much." The conversation goes back and forth with one making a "fortunately" statement, and the other shooting it down with an "unfortunately" statement.
In one improv situation, Hubbie, who played a student in trouble with the principal, was asked to leave the room, while we decided why he was in trouble. It was because he clogged the toilet with paper towels and it has overflowed. Then Hubbie was brought back in and the "principal" tells him the bathroom is flooded and asks what he did. Hubbie has to guess what he did to cause the flood.
In my segment, I, with two of the teenagers, are at a bus stop, and it's cold. One of us sits (me), one stands, and one leans against the bench. Whenever one made a move, the other had to take her place. So if I got up, someone sat in my place, and I had to stand. The object of the game was to occupy the seat, which I did by reminding the teenagers that I was old, so that they had to get up to let me sit down.
We were back home around 8:30. I brought home a half dozen of the sugar cookies decorated with green icing from the refreshment table, and took three of them to Mother. I didn't eat any, because I'm sure the green icing contains yellow dye.
Earlier today, I decided to travel tomorrow to the town where my daughter lives, about two hours away, to shop at some of the clothing stores. I'm hoping to find some spring wear, as well as a dressy outfit for an upcoming event. Daughter will meet me for the shopping expedition and lunch.
I'm going on my own, because it's too warm to leave Shih Tzu in the car for very long, and Mother is no longer up to going shopping. So Hubbie will stay at home to be available for any of their needs.
I was up around 7:30 this morning, and did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast.
Hubbie went to a Master Gardener's house at 9 a.m. to help dig tulip bulbs, which the members planted in pots to be sold Saturday at the Extension Office. The group worked until around 11:30.
Mother came over around that time, and after lunch, we went to the Extension Office conference room to attend a 1 p.m. scrapbook get-together. Only three of us showed up, but we had a good time and accomplished a lot. We each completed three or four pages for our scrapbooks.
We were back home by 3 p.m. Mother went to her house, and Hubbie worked in the yard until about 4 p.m. In the meantime, I went downtown to the art gallery to deliver a punch bowl ladle and a couple of Celtic music CDs for an event tonight.
Took me a while to accomplish that task, because I ran into a traffic jam near the college down the road, where students were trying to exit the campus. There was a long line of cars all the way to the four-way stop, but each car allowed one car to merge from the campus to the road. So, thanks to southern hospitality, traffic moved smoothly, if slowly, to the stop light.
Downtown, all the parking spaces were occupied in the block where the art gallery is located, so I had to swing back around and park a block away. Thankfully, the weather has been beautiful and warm today, so I enjoyed the short walk.
Back home, Hubbie and I had a supper of leftover split pea soup, with biscuits and honey. Then we went to the art gallery, where an improvisational artist was performing. She did a couple of mime skits, and then enlisted those present to participate.
There were only eight of us in attendance (four teenagers and four adults), so we were all prevailed upon to perform. One game we played involved the first person pretending to do something...read a book, for instance...and the second person asks what she is doing. The first person responds with something rediculous, like "making pizza." The second person has to pretend to be making pizza, but respond with a rediculous answer about what she is doing, etc.
Another game was called "fortunately/unfortunately." A mother and daughter are shopping at a shoe store. The daughter says, "Fortunately, they have just the pair of shoes I want." The mother says, "Unfortunately, they cost too much." The conversation goes back and forth with one making a "fortunately" statement, and the other shooting it down with an "unfortunately" statement.
In one improv situation, Hubbie, who played a student in trouble with the principal, was asked to leave the room, while we decided why he was in trouble. It was because he clogged the toilet with paper towels and it has overflowed. Then Hubbie was brought back in and the "principal" tells him the bathroom is flooded and asks what he did. Hubbie has to guess what he did to cause the flood.
In my segment, I, with two of the teenagers, are at a bus stop, and it's cold. One of us sits (me), one stands, and one leans against the bench. Whenever one made a move, the other had to take her place. So if I got up, someone sat in my place, and I had to stand. The object of the game was to occupy the seat, which I did by reminding the teenagers that I was old, so that they had to get up to let me sit down.
We were back home around 8:30. I brought home a half dozen of the sugar cookies decorated with green icing from the refreshment table, and took three of them to Mother. I didn't eat any, because I'm sure the green icing contains yellow dye.
Earlier today, I decided to travel tomorrow to the town where my daughter lives, about two hours away, to shop at some of the clothing stores. I'm hoping to find some spring wear, as well as a dressy outfit for an upcoming event. Daughter will meet me for the shopping expedition and lunch.
I'm going on my own, because it's too warm to leave Shih Tzu in the car for very long, and Mother is no longer up to going shopping. So Hubbie will stay at home to be available for any of their needs.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Wednesday, March 16
Up at 7:30, but it was after 9 a.m. before I did a treadmill session, because we had a power outage that lasted an hour. Later, an article in our local newspaper reported that the outage, which affected 29,000, was caused by a fault on the transmission at a substation. I used the power outage as an opportunity to clean the screen on our flat screen TV.
Mother came over while I was getting ready for the day and started a pot of split pea soup simmering. Then she worked on her jigsaw puzzle.
After lunch, Hubbie and I ran a few errands...to the newspaper office to drop off a word search puzzle for a $50 prize drawing. Last week was the first time for the drawing, and a friend of mine from water aerobics won. I don't know how many weeks the drawing will continue, but it's fun to complete the puzzles and try for the prize. This week's puzzle was all about St. Patrick's Day.
From there, we went to a store that has a sale every weekend. I was hoping to find three-quarter length or long-sleeved cotton shirts for spring and summer...something for which I could use a $10 coupon I received in the mail yesterday, but I didn't find anything. So we went on to a grocery store, to the WDCS, and then back home. Didn't do a lot except read magazines for the rest of the afternoon.
At 5 p.m., I went to a visual arts committee meeting at the gallery. The committee spent an hour planning the schedule of outdoor movies, which will occur every two weeks between Memorial Day and Labor Day, as well as beginning plans for the Summer Celebration, which is scheduled for summer solstice evening, June 21.
After I was back from the meeting, around 6:15, we had a supper of the split pea soup, with PB&J sandwiches. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched TV.
Before we settled down to TV, though, we called our computer anti-virus business. They'd emailed a notice to me that my software was about to expire and gave me info for updating. When I tried to do that, I was alerted that the software was an older version than what was already on my computer. But I had to agree to the purchase price before attempting the download, so I knew our credit card would be billed.
Nowhere could I find a way to contact the company, either by email or phone, so Hubbie called the credit card company, and they gave us the number. I spent a lot of time after that getting the situation straightened out. The company rep discovered that my account showed a list of 30 or 40 purchases of software for exactly the same package I'd purchased last October.
We paid for only one, so neither we nor the company know why so many are listed, but the rep cancelled all but one, and also contacted the credit card company to cancel the most recent charge. The call center must be located in India, because it was sometimes difficult to understand the rep, which was frustrating for both of us. I'm thinking that once my anti-virus expires, I'll be looking for another brand.
Mother came over while I was getting ready for the day and started a pot of split pea soup simmering. Then she worked on her jigsaw puzzle.
After lunch, Hubbie and I ran a few errands...to the newspaper office to drop off a word search puzzle for a $50 prize drawing. Last week was the first time for the drawing, and a friend of mine from water aerobics won. I don't know how many weeks the drawing will continue, but it's fun to complete the puzzles and try for the prize. This week's puzzle was all about St. Patrick's Day.
From there, we went to a store that has a sale every weekend. I was hoping to find three-quarter length or long-sleeved cotton shirts for spring and summer...something for which I could use a $10 coupon I received in the mail yesterday, but I didn't find anything. So we went on to a grocery store, to the WDCS, and then back home. Didn't do a lot except read magazines for the rest of the afternoon.
At 5 p.m., I went to a visual arts committee meeting at the gallery. The committee spent an hour planning the schedule of outdoor movies, which will occur every two weeks between Memorial Day and Labor Day, as well as beginning plans for the Summer Celebration, which is scheduled for summer solstice evening, June 21.
After I was back from the meeting, around 6:15, we had a supper of the split pea soup, with PB&J sandwiches. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched TV.
Before we settled down to TV, though, we called our computer anti-virus business. They'd emailed a notice to me that my software was about to expire and gave me info for updating. When I tried to do that, I was alerted that the software was an older version than what was already on my computer. But I had to agree to the purchase price before attempting the download, so I knew our credit card would be billed.
Nowhere could I find a way to contact the company, either by email or phone, so Hubbie called the credit card company, and they gave us the number. I spent a lot of time after that getting the situation straightened out. The company rep discovered that my account showed a list of 30 or 40 purchases of software for exactly the same package I'd purchased last October.
We paid for only one, so neither we nor the company know why so many are listed, but the rep cancelled all but one, and also contacted the credit card company to cancel the most recent charge. The call center must be located in India, because it was sometimes difficult to understand the rep, which was frustrating for both of us. I'm thinking that once my anti-virus expires, I'll be looking for another brand.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Tuesday, March 15
Had another one of those nights when I woke up in the wee hours of the morning and tossed and turned until around 5:30 a.m. Went back to sleep and slept on until Hubbie woke me around 8:30.
He was dressed and ready to go to the other town to leave the van for repair. While he was gone, I did a treadmill session and weights exercises, and then played on my office computer.
Hubbie called at 10:30 to say he was on his way home in our van, because a couple of guys in the repair shop decided to do the job themselves, rather than send the van to another shop and provide a loaner car to us.
He arrived at 11:30, in time for Mother and me to get to the beauty shop for a noon appointment.
While I was getting my hair cut, a woman walked in who had an appointment with another hairdresser. This woman and the hairdresser had been friends long ago, but the woman had been gone for 20 years, living in Seattle.
The hairdresser asked her if she is still working, and she said that she had recently retired, since she is of an age to receive Medicare. She also revealed that she has a 40-year-old boyfriend.
She hastened to add that her boyfriend has a good job, lest we might think he's a gold digger. This relationship might seem enviable to some women, but I'd have to reserve judgement until I saw the boyfriend. As for me, I can't conceive of being seriously attracted to a man who is younger than my oldest son.
We got back home before 1 p.m., and had a lunch of hot pork roast sandwiches. Afterward, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the bank, to a grocery store for on-sale pork loins and a package of salmon fillets, to a pharmacy store, where I spent a $5 AARP discount coupon to buy a bottle of foundation makeup, and to the WDCS. While we were gone, Mother made a batch of Chinese Beets...recipe follows:
CHINESE BEETS FROM HELOISE
3 cans sliced beets (reserve one and half cups of juice)
1 cup sugar (or sugar substitute)
1 cup cider vinegar (or to taste...I use less, because I don't like a strong vinegar flavor)
2 tbsp. cornstarch
3 tbsp. oil, optional
1 tsp. vanilla
Dash salt, optional
Mix beets, reserved beet juice, and other ingredients in a saucepan. Cook 3 minutes over medium heat or until mixture thickens. Cool in refrigerator.
We were pretty lazy this afternoon. Mother started another jigsaw puzzle, while Hubbie watched a basketball game on TV, and I read my novel.
Later, we had baked fillet of Salmon, with a rice dish, and the Chinese beets. Very good. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched TV, including another of our state's basketball teams, who have gone on to play in the NCAA March Madness tournament. Both the men's and the women's teams from this college are in the NCAA. Unfortunately, the men lost tonight.
Wow, it was cold today...only in the low 40s. Predictions are for warm weather, starting tomorrow, and I am so ready for it.
He was dressed and ready to go to the other town to leave the van for repair. While he was gone, I did a treadmill session and weights exercises, and then played on my office computer.
Hubbie called at 10:30 to say he was on his way home in our van, because a couple of guys in the repair shop decided to do the job themselves, rather than send the van to another shop and provide a loaner car to us.
He arrived at 11:30, in time for Mother and me to get to the beauty shop for a noon appointment.
While I was getting my hair cut, a woman walked in who had an appointment with another hairdresser. This woman and the hairdresser had been friends long ago, but the woman had been gone for 20 years, living in Seattle.
The hairdresser asked her if she is still working, and she said that she had recently retired, since she is of an age to receive Medicare. She also revealed that she has a 40-year-old boyfriend.
She hastened to add that her boyfriend has a good job, lest we might think he's a gold digger. This relationship might seem enviable to some women, but I'd have to reserve judgement until I saw the boyfriend. As for me, I can't conceive of being seriously attracted to a man who is younger than my oldest son.
We got back home before 1 p.m., and had a lunch of hot pork roast sandwiches. Afterward, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the bank, to a grocery store for on-sale pork loins and a package of salmon fillets, to a pharmacy store, where I spent a $5 AARP discount coupon to buy a bottle of foundation makeup, and to the WDCS. While we were gone, Mother made a batch of Chinese Beets...recipe follows:
CHINESE BEETS FROM HELOISE
3 cans sliced beets (reserve one and half cups of juice)
1 cup sugar (or sugar substitute)
1 cup cider vinegar (or to taste...I use less, because I don't like a strong vinegar flavor)
2 tbsp. cornstarch
3 tbsp. oil, optional
1 tsp. vanilla
Dash salt, optional
Mix beets, reserved beet juice, and other ingredients in a saucepan. Cook 3 minutes over medium heat or until mixture thickens. Cool in refrigerator.
We were pretty lazy this afternoon. Mother started another jigsaw puzzle, while Hubbie watched a basketball game on TV, and I read my novel.
Later, we had baked fillet of Salmon, with a rice dish, and the Chinese beets. Very good. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched TV, including another of our state's basketball teams, who have gone on to play in the NCAA March Madness tournament. Both the men's and the women's teams from this college are in the NCAA. Unfortunately, the men lost tonight.
Wow, it was cold today...only in the low 40s. Predictions are for warm weather, starting tomorrow, and I am so ready for it.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Monday, March 14
Was awakened last night (wee hours of the morning, really) to lightening, thunder, and heavy rain. Fortunately, I was able to fall right back to sleep again, though. Slept on until 8:30, though...my body hasn't adjusted to the time change.
Hubbie was already up, though, and had called our automobile dealership repair shop in another town to find out when he could take our van up there to get the air conditioner fixed. It has been out for several weeks, and the repair shop had ordered necessary parts, but then the only guy who is able to fix it at that shop suddenly became very ill with blood clots. He was hospitalized for a week, and then has been at home recuperating ever since.
With predictions for very warm weather by the end of this week, we knew we couldn't wait any longer to get the air conditioner fixed. The dealership advised Hubbie to take the van up there in the morning, and they'll engage another repair shop to fix the unit, and provide Hubbie a loaner car until ours is fixed.
So he's to deliver the van very early tomorrow morning in order to be back before noon, when Mother and I have a haircut appointment. Our only other vehicle is a truck, which Mother has trouble getting into and out of, so we really need a car.
Br-r-r...what happened to spring? It has been downright cold all day today.
Did a treadmill session and resistance exercises after breakfast. Mother came over while I was getting ready for the day and worked on her jigsaw puzzle, which she finished this afternoon. I spent the rest of the morning doing this and that, including calling the scrapbook club members to remind them of our Thursday meeting.
After lunch, I worked on my lesson plan for tonight's meeting with my Literacy Council student. Around 4 p.m., though, she called to say she would be attending a Literacy Council "Talk Time" meeting tonight...this is an informal gathering of beginner and advanced students for the purpose of interacting with each other, using whatever English language skills they have learned. I encouraged her to attend a session last Monday, because I was otherwise engaged, and I guess she liked it so much that she wanted to go again tonight. She's to meet with me next Monday, though.
Later, for supper, we had leftover pork roast and veggies. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched the 2009, R-rated movie, "Not Forgotten," starring Simon Baker. The 11-year-old daughter of a widowed, but remarried, man (Baker) is abducted from a Texas border town, where the family lives. He searches for her in the barrios and bordellos of Mexico, where the mysterious religion of La Santa Muerte is practiced. Lots of plot twists and turns. We'd seen this movie before, but had forgotten (no pun intended) the plot.
Hubbie was already up, though, and had called our automobile dealership repair shop in another town to find out when he could take our van up there to get the air conditioner fixed. It has been out for several weeks, and the repair shop had ordered necessary parts, but then the only guy who is able to fix it at that shop suddenly became very ill with blood clots. He was hospitalized for a week, and then has been at home recuperating ever since.
With predictions for very warm weather by the end of this week, we knew we couldn't wait any longer to get the air conditioner fixed. The dealership advised Hubbie to take the van up there in the morning, and they'll engage another repair shop to fix the unit, and provide Hubbie a loaner car until ours is fixed.
So he's to deliver the van very early tomorrow morning in order to be back before noon, when Mother and I have a haircut appointment. Our only other vehicle is a truck, which Mother has trouble getting into and out of, so we really need a car.
Br-r-r...what happened to spring? It has been downright cold all day today.
Did a treadmill session and resistance exercises after breakfast. Mother came over while I was getting ready for the day and worked on her jigsaw puzzle, which she finished this afternoon. I spent the rest of the morning doing this and that, including calling the scrapbook club members to remind them of our Thursday meeting.
After lunch, I worked on my lesson plan for tonight's meeting with my Literacy Council student. Around 4 p.m., though, she called to say she would be attending a Literacy Council "Talk Time" meeting tonight...this is an informal gathering of beginner and advanced students for the purpose of interacting with each other, using whatever English language skills they have learned. I encouraged her to attend a session last Monday, because I was otherwise engaged, and I guess she liked it so much that she wanted to go again tonight. She's to meet with me next Monday, though.
Later, for supper, we had leftover pork roast and veggies. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched the 2009, R-rated movie, "Not Forgotten," starring Simon Baker. The 11-year-old daughter of a widowed, but remarried, man (Baker) is abducted from a Texas border town, where the family lives. He searches for her in the barrios and bordellos of Mexico, where the mysterious religion of La Santa Muerte is practiced. Lots of plot twists and turns. We'd seen this movie before, but had forgotten (no pun intended) the plot.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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?
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?
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