We are through Cadfael and well into The Good Wife. It is a very well acted show.
I am up to 10K words on my Tarot thingee and enjoying it immensely. I have to set up a spreadsheet to try to deal with the interrelatedness of things.
Today I think I’m going to have a mushroom and spinach omelette for breakfast. Cause I really need to use up the spinach and mushrooms, yo. Also, must go to veggie store… all the veggies I pre-prepped so we could have INSTANT HEALTHY SNACKS are, like, gone.
Sue came by yesterday to borrow my fascinator. I have two- the steampunk as opposed to headband one. She is in no fewer than THREE shows this fall, which given she’s fifteen years older than me is a big old YOU GO GIRL. Her energy and acting ability continue to be a joy. And she was wearing me mammy’s scarf whot she knit for her, which cheered me no end when I greeted her at the door.
Paul has taken me out for a couple of walks recently and it’s always nice to go to Deer Lake Park. A couple of times he has providentially gotten me out of the house during the only two hours of the day it wasn’t raining and blowing.
Night before last the thunder and lightning at midnight shook the house on its foundations.
Two more sleeps for more Breaking Bad. The race to the finish is enthralling.
I updated my google plus profile to make it link back to this blog. Or try to.
My shoulder really hurts off and on (I am at an awkward stage of how strong and mobile that joint is, constantly reaching too far and doing too much) and I’m having meshuggas with the cpap machine, but I am letting neither of these things spoil my mood. I do have a new hose for the cpap after my whining. So go me. I’m out of pain pills but it doesn’t seem to be affecting how little or much sleep I get.
Not being able to practice mandolin is making me NUTTY. I mean, nutty.
This is about the fourth time now that you have strongly recommended a book, or TV, or a movie. Brother Cadfael in a book – couldn’t get into it. Tried an episode of the TV series last week. Great acting, especially Derek Jacobi; wonderful settings, costumes. But the whole seemed so overlaid with menace that I stopped watching after maybe fifteen minutes. I have reverted utterly to the sweet and simple.
The lack, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars – but in ourselves – or in this case myself. In case you don’t remember the others were Lord of the Rings, Dorothy Dunnett and – I don’t remember the other. I am laid low by a sense of failure. Heavy sigh.