The Bard said it best in his play "Twelfth Night" "If music be the food of love, play on" Let's skew his meaning a bit and see just where the love of food and the love of music takes us.
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Tuesday, August 16, 2022
Tuesday 4
Monday, August 15, 2022
Wet Hens Have Nothing On Me
Saturday, August 13, 2022
Changes In Form Only
I have been having a little pity party of one lately TheHub has much more than normal going on at work. I do know what it is and why the past few weeks have required so much of his time (including working Saturdays and Sundays). By the time he gets home, he just wants to eat, and veg out until he falls asleep in the chair while watching TV.
I miss having him to talk to in the evenings and try to be supportive. OK supportive might be too strong of a word, but at the very least I try to keep from complaining__out loud, so I am venting here.We have been married such long time that he knows all my "tells", so I know I am not really hiding my frustrations. He did promise that when this mad rush is over we are going away for a little while. I am not holding my breath.
This week I am skipping the daily joy list. I have been so busy being pissy, and doing nothing in particular that I forgot to write things down. Some of you may still be sharp as a tack at recalling the day to day events of the week. That is not my reality right now because other things are taking up brain space. Plus once the day is over, it is over and I really don't dwell on it.
I did not swim as much as I have been, and I sure as shooting' did not clean the house. Lots of reading has been done, as well as some visiting with friends, both in person and via the phone. This week I have to get back to daily long swims, and might need to start doing 2 a day.
Pip was at overnight camp and through the miracles of technology, I could send her a letter each day via email. The payoff was a FaceTime from her as soon as she got home from camp Friday afternoon. She was talking about the letters, sharing everything she did at camp, and thanking me for including camp jokes in each letter. She shared the jokes with her cabin mates.
School has started back, which only affects my morning driving. Since I rarely have to be anywhere the first thing in the morning, the earliest time I will leave my house is after 8:30. We live in a town with a really good school system, but there are no school buses, which means all kids have to be taken and dropped off at school. That is thousands of cars added to the regular drive time traffic. I don't need to add mine to the mix.
Our temps have dropped a little and that is a huge joy and relief. It will jump back up during the week, but I am going to relish the cooler weather while it lasts. The humidity is also down and I can get in the car without my sunglasses fogging up. Simple thrills!
The groundhog is still robbing the green beans, but he has successfully eaten everything else except the peppers which offend him for some reason. I assume he is pretty content, but I wish he would visit my neighbors across the start. They had a much nicer garden, and it would be like he found himself in groundhog Nirvana.
Monday, August 8, 2022
Moderate Success
Saturday, August 6, 2022
Water Play is the Best Play
Monday: The day was a little disappointing. Every morning I look at the hourly weather report for the day to plan my swim time. I am fine swimming in the rain, but generally during the summertime when it rains we also have lightning and I am not fine swimming with that. Thunderstorms were predicted for the early morning with a break until about 3, then they were supposed to resume again. I had several things around the house I needed to get done, and decided to swim at about 1. I had only been swimming for about 30 minutes when the sky darkened and I heard thunder, so I got out, came in and changed. About 5 drops of rain fell and I should have gone back out to finish my swim but I didn't. Oh well.
