Had trouble going to sleep last night, as I knew I would, after making the mistake of having a cup of caffeine coffee yesterday at the restaurant. I was chilled and needed something warm to drink, but didn't have the presence of mind to ask for decaf. So I tossed and turned until around 2 a.m.
Slept a little later this morning, though, and got up at 8 a.m. Hubbie was already up and ready to go help the Master Gardeners work in a community garden at 9 a.m.
After breakfast, he accompanied Mother to our house, while I got started doing stair stepping, resistance bands, and weights exercises. Apparently, Hubbie's son had called early to say he was traveling the two hours from his town to ours to visit with Hubbie for a while. I thought he might arrive before lunch, so I wanted to get my exercises out of the way, and get dressed.
Once I was ready for the day, I did household chores, including laundry. Hubbie returned around 11 a.m. He had stopped by a grocery store to pick up deli meat for sandwiches, in case Son arrived in time for lunch. He didn't, but it was good that we had the deli meat, because I was out of ideas for lunches.
Mother spent the morning working on her jigsaw puzzle, and after a Ramen Noodle soup lunch, she returned to it. After lunch, Hubbie went out to work in the yard, and I spent some time on my laptop. One thing I did was order an automatic jelly/jam maker.
I decided I wanted one of these, when I read a newspaper article about a local Extension Services representative demonstrating one. I talked with her at the garden tour Saturday, and she had high praise for the appliance, saying that it took the guesswork out of cooking fruit and juices with pectin and sugar, because it is perfectly timed, and the product comes out just right every time. All the user has to do is sterilize the jars, fill them with the mixture, and put them in a water bath.
The drawback to the appliance is that a recipe fills only two pint jars, or four half-pint jars. Then the appliance has to cool for 30 minutes before it can be used again. This is a minor problem, though, since it will free my hands to do other things while the mixture cooks.
I'll be anxious to receive the appliance...I hope it arrives by next week, when Sis plans to be here, so we can put it to the test. It would be a fun activity for when she's here.
Son arrived around 2 p.m., but said he wouldn't stay long enough for supper. He and Hubbie spent most of their time outdoors. He got on the road back home around 3:30.
This afternoon, too, I called the other two scrapbook club members, since our regularly scheduled meeting date is this coming Thursday. Unfortunately, once again the ladies cannot come. One is suffering from dizzy spells, and is awaiting test results, and the other has plans to attend a family wedding in another state.
The lady with the health problems (with whom I spoke at length) wondered if we need to disband the club, since we haven't met in several months, but the other member and I don't want to do this. We want to remain affiliated with the Extension Homemakers Council, in part so that we can continue to receive funding each year to help purchase materials for making greeting cards for Caring Hands, and in part so we can keep abreast of activities on the county level, some which we might want to attend.
By continuing to be members, we receive monthly newsletters. Also, we can meet at my house, if only from time-to-time, to work on greeting cards or on scrapbook pages. If we give it up, it'll become too tempting to always let other things get in the way, and not work on these activities at all.
Later, I put leftover lasagna in the oven to heat for supper. While it heated, I caught up on reading newspapers...the Saturday and Sunday editions of the state paper, and today's edition of the local paper.
At 5 p.m., we sat down to enjoy the lasagna, along with garlic French bread (which Mother had prepared for the oven), salad, and cottage cheese. Hubbie accompanied Mother home afterward, and then we watched "Prime Suspect," another DVD from the library.
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