Whatcha gonna do ? lol
For at least 3 days now, I have thought that today was the last Thursday of the month. There is a women's meeting that I attend with increasing irregularity, and the last Thursday they have a potluck and a speaker. The speaker this month is one of my dear friends. I made arrangements to pick someone up and give them a ride. I talked about this to a couple of people. I got up this morning and baked a cake.
Then I got a phone call and in the course of the conversation, I said something about tonight, and she said, uh-no...next week. And I said, no, pretty sure it's tonight, last Thursday of the month. And she said..uh, no...next week is the last Thursday of the month.
Sigh...so, I called the person I was picking up, explained that I have lost my mind, and will be picking her up an hour later than planned, and there will be cake. LOL
I got to spend a little time out in the backyard, with a perfect brown egg in my hand and my toes in the grass. I cleaned the coop yesterday, and I am amazed at how much mess they can make in 24 hours. You'd almost think they were somebody's husband. It's really nice out there today, only in the mid 70's, compared to yesterday's pre-thunderstorm- that -never -really- happened - 90's. My irises are all finally abloom (always a week or two behind every one else's) and they're gorgeous. The wisteria that I butchered has been sprouting like crazy and the Rose of Sharon that I merely topped off this year because I waited too long, is looking great. The plants and flowers are loving this goofy weather.
Yesterday I got a 5 gallon bucket of spearmint from my gardener pal and will start my very own patch of mint. I have some chocolate mint in a pot (yes yes--I know all about mint), but I want a veritable hedge of spearmint going on here. I'm planting it away from the gardens, in a sunny spot down by the bird feeders. I am excited about it, can you tell ? I love spearmint more than any other mint. I don't really like the chocolate mint, but my old neighbor gave it to me and I stuck it in a pot at the edge of my bed of hostas and bee balm and it has been there for several years. It dies, it comes back and there you go.
I baked one of those yummy Old Fashioned Oatmeal Cakes this morning, and the house smells grand ...cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves...coconut and almonds in the brown sugar and butter broiled topping. I'm hungry and would really like to have a piece...but...no. I think I'll eat some celery stuffed with almond butter instead.
I've only lost 7 pounds and I am in week 3 of the diet. I'm frustrated and cranky and thought about giving up last night. But I won't. At least not yet...I keep reading about other women (and men) losing weight so much faster and easier than I ever seem to...it's agonizing to me. Maybe I should stop reading. lol I feel better and my clothes feel looser. There's that.
I put some chicken thighs in the little convection oven. I guess now I have to figure out what else to fix. (It was a potluck tonight--I wasn't going to make much supper) Now I have to think. lol
My son has been catching catfish like a house on fire the past couple of days. He brought over 4 big fillets last night and I baked them with herbs and lemon and made some rice and a massaged kale salad. We feasted. While I was sitting in the back yard doing my brown egg meditation, he came home with another really big one. He's something, that guy. One thing I will never ever have to worry about is his starving to death, lol. He will always be able to feed himself.
Okay...I have some things to attend to, so it's time to get off here and back into the world.
(Feel better Mama Pea--sick little girl!!)
Have a great day, wherever you are !!