There are so many ways to waste time on your computer. I thought I'd write a mid-day post before finally settling down to read. The dashboard showed I was on post 501, which I didn't think was right. I went to
edit, and saw a lot of drafts. Unless I'm missing something, you have to delete them one by one. You know, hit delete, on say, post 258, then view post 258 and hit, yes, I really want to do that, then the screen refreshes and brings you back to post 1 and you have to scroll to find post 259. Well, it's cleaned out. I did find 2 meme drafts. They're the only drafts I kept. Cause one day, you know,...
I met Kit at our lodge. See, it's changed from Caribou to 'the lodge' to 'our lodge'. I had a conversation with a woman sporting a Caribou duffel bag. She was just settling into a leather lounger with a book. I asked if she worked there, as I noticed her logo-ed bag. She showed me her Caribou shirt, and told me she just loves to hang out there. She lives nearby with her husband and teenage sons, but comes in about three times a day. Wow! My once a week is nothing!
I went to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for a couple of meals. When I was checking out I saw a man rush in, pick up a store circular, and page through it. As I was walking to my car, I saw him hurriedly get into the car next to mine. I worried that he was going to back out without looking. Glancing in his car as I opened my door, I saw him reading the circular. Strange..he had been in such a rush. Then I looked in the back and saw twin babies strapped in their car seats. He had left them alone in the car! In the middle of a busy, big shopping center. Shame on him. Whatever he was looking for was not worth the risk of leaving those babies alone.
I thought about doing something 'exciting' today, but Emily wanted to watch the football games on her friend's big screen TV, and there was really nothing I wanted to do. I read Summer's blog, and got to thinking about happiness. She was talking about memories of her grandmother's kitchen, and how happy the sounds and smell of the running water in that kitchen made her. It made me think of how lucky I am to be happy with my little life. How the sounds of my chimes bring me real pleasure. How I can sit on my porch in nice weather and just be content. How I like my routines. I'm content. Would I like a more exciting life? In some ways. I'd like more friends. I'd like to be asked to do stuff, to be invited, to be part of a group. But I'd still need my alone time. I'm never lonely. I wouldn't mind hanging out with a bunch of you. I'd name names, but I wouldn't want anyone to feel left out. (It's the middle child thing...middle sister, I should say) Some of you have exciting lives, and I'd like to experience that. I'd like to live in Palm Springs, and WA, and Florida and AL. And GA with my sister. But, I'm here, and I'm alright. Reading about the lives of my blogging friends lets me travel along with you. So ladeda.
I made the dough for Ree's Oatmeal Crispies earlier today. It's in logs in the refrigerator waiting to be baked. I bought pork chops and Shake and Bake and we'll have that and broccoli and couscous for dinner. I used Happyone's recipe for Eggplant Parmesan, and made two pans of it. I ate a slice for lunch and it was delicious. I'll bring one of the pans to my mother tomorrow. I thought of making bread and looked through a cookbook, then thought, why? I was busy enough. I did a few loads of laundry. Listened to Em's iTouch while browsing through the papers. And did this writing instead of reading my book. Ah well. There's always tomorrow. And with that, I'll sign off and start the dinner.