a very successful session at the dentist's
office, I took one day to recover from
the experience, another to visit Harriet's
cottage and her family and friends and
then returned to work at my little job.
day since until today. Today I am going
to spend some time putting my feet up,
with Mist on my lap and a cup of tea
by my side.
My little job involves standing, constant and continuous standing. I have found that I can work for up to six or seven hours in a day and still refresh overnight. It is when I stand longer than seven hours in a day that I begin to wear out, not being able to fully recharge overnight. Saturday was such a day, I worked nine hours and am just today able to recoup a bit of the ground I lost. It feels really good to rest.
Since I worked the entire long weekend, and Attila had two days off work, Attila spent his time off landscaping the property. It certainly needed attention, and has not really received any for several years. He worked wonders in just two days. It looks lovely, very green, and lovely.
Attila and I attended a Pie Social to support the old school house that my mother attended and where my Grandmother and Aunts taught. It was built in 1874 and is the last one room school house of that era left standing in the district. I had not attended a Pie Social there for decades. The schoolhouse holds many memories for me; precious time spent with my Grandmother. It is such a simple thing, to spend time with those we love.
Attila says the pie was excellent, I have to take his word for it because I cannot indulge at such events, due to my allergy. We had a lovely time and a bit of a visit.
Today I am baking bread and puttering about with filing, paying bills, dusting and just generally tidying up after a week of neglecting our living space. This is fun, particularly since I can stop for a cuppa anytime I feel like it. When I was younger I felt guilty about taking breaks and doing nothing, relaxing. Those days are long gone!
|RECIPES :: Cast
On The Screen
Lie To Me
(More interesting than most shows that revolve around endless and senseless violence. Too bad the premise of the program couldn't revolve around something more interesting than violence.)
A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
The veriest school of Peace; and yet the fool contends that God is not—
Not God! in Gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign:
’T is very sure God walks in mine."
Visibility: 15 km
Humidity: 96 %
Wind: WSW 9 km/h
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