Saturday, June 12, 2021

Vaxxed and Relaxed

It has been hot the past couple of weeks, with temperatures in the high 80's, something we didn't use to see  until late July or August.  But yesterday we had a robust thunder storm and a temperature drop of about 20 degrees, so this morning is pleasant and more in keeping with what mid-June "ought" to be.  Given the brutal weather that much of the country has experienced lately, we feel lucky to be in mid-Michigan.

Baby George and his mama are expected to arrive next weekend, and Jack is doing the final work on getting his 'old' house ready for them.  New carpet and flooring was installed this week, and house-cleaners are scheduled for Monday.  I am shopping this weekend for a pack n play to keep at Grandpa's house and for a diaper stash to tide him over until the baby-daddy arrives a week later with all their gear.

It has been so nice to experience some vaccination freedom!   Jack's younger son and wife came for dinner last weekend for the first time since the pandemic started.  I freely stop by to visit with my grands whenever I am in their area these days (School is out for them, and Ray got a cute new summer haircut!  I love hearing about their lives again!).  And I visited my sister this week; she is about 3 hours away and it has been nearly two years since I've seen her, so the pandemic-delayed visit was long over-due.  She is unsteady and weak, but in good spirits, and we had a nice visit.  We drove to Marine City, on the St. Clair River, where we spent much of our childhood.  When we parked and started to get out of the car, we realized that she had forgotten her cane, and so further progress was impossible.  Fortunately we were able to find a drugstore not too far out of town where I picked up a flamingo-design replacement.  We had lunch and visited a candy store before driving back to her cute little condo.

I have been sewing little things, too many to picture, including secret Santa gifts and bits that will eventually become Christmas gifts.  I feel pressured to get as much done as possible.  Once the baby arrives we expect to be busy!  And my secret Santa gifts need to be packed and mailed by the end of the summer, so those are on my priority list.







Oh -- and after much angst, I spent a chunk of my children's increasingly meager inheritance:  I bought a Tesla.  I have been in the market for a new car for a few years now, although there was no hurry.  Honestly, at this point in my life, there was also no genuine need, but I am not ready to give up my 'independence' yet.  I was looking at perhaps another Suburu, but Jack has been driving a Tesla for a couple of years, and he is a mighty believer in going electric for the sake of our grandchildren.  If we don't do it, he reasons, who will?, and we both see the need for alternatives to fossil fuel.   My car should arrives just around the time that George does, so lots of excitement expected soon!  Neither of my original grands is driving yet, but I am hoping the new car might be a little fun for them at some point down the proverbial road.

Saturday, May 15, 2021

Meeting George

Jack and I flew to D.C. this week to meet George Jack, first child of Jack's daughter Abi, and first child of any of Jack's kids.  As babies tend to do, he completely charmed us.  We held him more than he needed to be held and took a million identical photos.  It was a good trip and hard to leave him, especially for Jack.  Abi and her boyfriend Ben are planning to move into Jack's 'old' house sometime this summer, so they will be close-by soon, but at this age even days seem like forever.  Abi's mom still refuses to get vaccinated, even knowing that she might not see her only grandchild until he is old enough for the vaccination, which could well be years away.  It is incomprehensible to me and very sad.

George is wearing silicone forms on  his ears because one of the baby-doctors concluded that his ear shape was not picture perfect (although George's parents couldn't see anything wrong with them) and these sci-fi forms are supposed to correct that.  They don't seem to bother him and are expected to come off before the next time we see him, so it will be like meeting him all over again.

We did nothing else on this trip; just flying and having to be in buildings with unknown strangers seemed risky enough.    Abi's mom had promised to get the vaccine and to be there during George's early weeks to help, but of course that didn't happen, so the kids have not had any help until now.   They've done a good job, as most new parents do, but for sure George's mommy and daddy (like most new mommys and daddys) are flat-out exhausted.  We spent each day with the baby, watching him so his parents could sleep.  Jack spent one over-night on the couch in his daughter's tiny apartment so that he could take over the night feedings, which was both exhausting and fulfilling for him.  I didn't hear from him until  nearly 11 am the next morning; clearly George has not yet figured out the day/night schedule of this new-to-him planet.  On the last day before we left, Jack pretty much forced them to unwrap (i.e. take the ribbon off and unfold)  the quilt I made and gave them on day one so he could get a picture, but they didn't look at it well enough to see that it had a heart pattern.  I was sorry that he felt he had to press the matter.   I did get a nice photo of the baby wrapped in his great aunt's quilt-gift, the first she ever made, by wrapping the baby in it myself and trying to explain how important it would be to her to feel that it was appreciated.   The young parents are too tired and overwhelmed, I think, to notice much of anything that isn't absolutely necessary right now.

I was glad to get home.

Friday, April 23, 2021

Brighter Days

So it appears that Jack's daughter and the baby, who was given the baby-daddy's last name, are home and doing well.  They seem to be handling everything to their satisfaction, and so far they are not interested in company.  Since I am packed and ready to travel, maybe I will stop by to see the Grands and visit a sibling or two!  Jack's daughter-in-law gave him a new shirt, so he can rightly claim that his daughter had a baby and all he got was a tshirt, I guess.  (No mention of me, of course, but oh well.)  We are not getting many updates from his daughter,  so we have to hope and assume that everything is fine.  It's hard for Jack; they talked pretty much every day, for years, before the baby was born, and she was in constant contact through much of the labor, and now it's been "radio silence."  New babies are life changing, for all of us.

I finished one of my "star" quilt tops, and made a cute little wall hanging for the most-used bathroom.   That completes my April list of sewing tasks, so I can start on something new.    My original list is getting whittled down, but my new projects stop it from getting any smaller!


I reeived a couple more quilts back from the longarm quilter, and they've been labeled and packed away for gift-giving.  I am feeling more productive than I was just a few days ago!


Trees are starting to bud and, although we had snow flurries this week, Spring might actually be here, at last!  It is 59 degrees this evening, warm enough for Jack to sit out on the deck, but not warm enough yet to get me out from under my quilt.  My foot is somewhat improved; the anti inflammatories seem to be doing their job, and I am grateful for that.  Hopefully soon enough we'll start to see a few flowers and I will venture out into the world again!

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Oh Baby!

After a long and mostly unproductive labor, Jack's daughter was FINALLY safely delivered, by C-section, of a baby boy.  They haven't shared his name yet, but he looks like a keeper.    We will all breathe more freely once she is healed and he is out of the NICU, where they say they are holding him for brief observation -- maybe then Jack and I will stop stress eating!  But for sure,  the whole family is excited to welcome him and excited for Abi.   We had a brief Facetime visit with her last night and got our first photo at about 1:30 a.m.  Jack is still not sure whether we should just pack and go to D.C. or wait until his daughter decides she wants visitors; he wants to respect her wishes, but he might want to see the baby even more.

Maybe once the tension of the last few days eases away I will get my sewing mojo back, too.  It's been one of those weeks where every little step seems to go wrong.  I sat down to make more blocks for a quilt I have been doing, bits at a time, and the new blocks were an entirely different size than the pattern called for, off by inches, not just by little fractions!  I need to set time aside to review the tutorial and start all over again, which has so far been too frustrating to deal with.   I tried to make a simple receiving blanket and all the angles are wrong.   I have a quilt that needs binding and I'm a little afraid to even start it until I get over this comedy of errors!

Jack has been falling asleep every time he sits down today.  Our weather has been Spring-y, which is to say, drizzly and chilly with occasional sightings of sunshine that promise more than they deliver, and the dreary skies do not lend energy.  The tree service came yesterday during the baby-watch and cut down a tree that was leaning against another tree and threatening to fall on our neighbor's fence.  I suspect that their heavy equipment did damage to the wet lawn but  haven't bothered to go out yet to check.


In other words, we are TIRED!  It makes me laugh that Jack thinks we could be a Big Help to his daughter when we barely survived staying awake long enough to learn of the birth!

Sunday, April 11, 2021

Happy Anniversary - To Me!

It's my anniversary!   But I am not sharing this one with my husband.  My blogging adventure began on this date in 2007.  Fourteen years.  Wow, I have had a lot of words!  And a lot of changes in my life.   Relationships, jobs, houses, cars, hobbies, grandchildren's milestones, challenges, marriage . . . It's good to still be here.  According to Professor Google, this is my Ivory anniversary, but I am not expecting any gifts because I wasn't thoughtful enough to buy one for myself.   Maybe next year.  The way my senior brain is fading these days, I could easily surprise myself!  

I feel like this is the year of the needle -- so far this year I have had my two Shingles shots, my two Covid shots, and one Tetanus/Diptheria/Pertussis shot.   I am still "looking forward" to two pneumonia and one flu shot, making me feel more like a pin cushion than I have been at any time in my adult life.  Hopefully that will be the end of it, although I very much expect that Covid boosters are in all of our futures.  But I am hoping that needle crafts will be more the focus from now on than syringes!

The anti-inflammatories and orthotics are giving my foot some relief, but I am hoping for a lot more improvement before my next doctor's appointment.   It is difficult to even imagine having this kind of pain and walking difficulty for the rest of my life, so I am determined to find some kind of solution.  I can manage around the house but there is no way I could take the kind of vacation, or even shopping trip that I have always enjoyed.   Dr. Google has not been much help here; "midfoot arthritis" has been studied quite a bit, and none of the solutions promise to solve much.  But we'll see, techniques keep improving and besides,  I've beat the odds before.

We are finally seeing the occasional bloom on trees out in the yard, and that's enough to brighten anyone's spirits.  The oaks and maples don't have leaves yet but they are starting to form little buds so it won't be long!



Jack saw a weasel out back by the creek and we are hoping for more sightings of that and maybe baby weasels.  I will be glad to see green trees but they will limit our vision so I am enjoying being a nature watcher while I can!  The neighbors tell us that, from their yard, they are occasionally able to see the three foxes that live just a few houses south, but we don't have a view around that bend so we have to wait until the wander by, which isn't all that often.  I'm hoping they expand their residential area a bit this year.

In my crafting time, I've started another knitted cowl.  I don't really need another one, although it will be a fine addition to my gift box, but someone told me that square needles are supposed to be good for arthritic hands and I was intrigued.   I don't really notice any difference but they are pretty and pleasant to use; I love wooden needles. These ones are particularly sweet, with little houses on top.

My granddaughter gave me some sketching tips, and I have practiced my new lessons a few times and plan to do more.   My early sketches don't show much promise, but she is a generous and supportive teacher.


I am working on two quilt tops, both with "star" in their name -- houses were my theme last year and stars seem to be catching my fancy this year, becauseΩ I have several other "star" patterns on my list of things to make.   With luck both will be finished and ready to send out for quilting sometime later this week.  

And this is also the week that I plan to bind and label the baby quilt since Abi is due pretty much any day now.   I am not sure what she will call me to the baby and I don't know what they will name him, so I might attach the label but then write in the message and hand sew the finishing edge after he is born.  The baby quilt is due back from the longarm today, so that will be another task that I look forward to completing.

Just as things are starting to feel hopeful again, the covid infection rates have started going up again locally, and schools are planning to shut down for the next couple of weeks.  My son's family was here last weekend and a fully-vaccinated friend stopped over yesterday for a glass of wine -- I was looking forward to being my recluse-version of social again.  But warmer weather and those few hours with family have strengthened me, and I'm sure we will hang in there until we can all get together again.  I am wishing myself another 14 years of blogging!  I hope you'll come along for the ride.

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Spring Has Sprung

It was so wonderful to have my family here!  No masks, indoors, eating and talking and laughing together.  I was in my happy place all day!   Jack followed his family tradition of having everyone make and wear a pair of bunny ears, bringing a new tradition to my family.  My grands have grown so much, but the people I know and love are still in there!  And it was so very good to finally hug them all.  The day went by much too quickly.

In less happy news, my 'good' foot has gotten worse and my Apple watch has been nagging at me, telling me each day that I am not walking as much as I  normally do.  Sheesh, give me a break, Apple.    The left ankle-area has gotten progressively worse since I broke my right foot last year.  Sometimes I can walk with just significant pain, and sometimes it is so painful that I can't even stand on it.  The ankle bends with no difficulty and it doesn't hurt to touch, but there is a bump there and walking is often impossible.  My worst fear was that the doctor would tell me, as seems more common these days, that it is just "minor arthritis" and I would have to learn to live with it.   And, except that he said "severe advanced" instead of "minor," that is pretty much what he said.  Surgery won't help, too much walking will make it worse, and all I can do is try orthotics and anti inflammatories to make it a little more comfortable.   Not the news I was hoping to hear because I really wanted to get out and walking  again now that the weather is getting pleasant.  I'm gaining weight and getting stir crazy.   Jack thinks maybe a cane will help, I am just hoping that something does.  Ironically, the broken foot is finally healing well, and walking would help that one because the healing bone has shortened the tendon a bit.  I will do foot exercises to help with that but the left-foot prognosis is basically grin and bear it.

Jack's daughter's pregnancy is in full bloom and she is looking beautiful.  Her mom has refused to have the Covid vaccines and so will not be able to be there when her first grandchild is born.  I feel heartbroken about that, that she has been so mislead that she is giving up this priceless moment.  Jack and I have offered to go to D.C. help out so, depending on a variety of factors, that might happen.  We are not keen on travel right now, but we are very keen on family.  This wouldn't even be an option, of course, if we were not fully vaccinated, so we are grateful for that.

Not a lot of sewing got done this week, just a little of this and that: a rainbow block, a couple of baby quilts and a Secret Santa gift.  I've just started another quilt top and hope to finish it up this week, and I have a stack of smaller projects to complete.





I have several minor appointments scheduled this month so I am hoping the new baby will work around my schedule!  Ha, not to worry, I will clear the deck when he decides to make  his appearance.   I've thought a lot lately about when my first Grand was born.  His parents were in Louisiana and I was in Michigan.   I got the call at work that they were at the hospital and I left immediately for the airport, where I took a standby flight and got there in plenty of time for his birth.  I wouldn't have given up that miracle for the world.  It still takes my breath away.


Saturday, April 3, 2021

Upward and Onward

It has been an eventful week, made even more eventful by how long it's been since we've had an eventful week!  The week started with an emergency phone call from my oldest brother, who had fallen at his home and had to call 911.  The local police broke down his door and transported him to the hospital, where they diagnosed him with dehydration.  He was released the same day and Jack and I went to stay with him and fix the door, but only a day later he insisted that he was fine and he seemed well recovered, so we drove home.   We had not even pulled into our driveway when we got another call; he had fallen again, and the police broke his door down again, but he refused to go to the hospital this time.  My brother is a stubborn old coot, no question.  But he was clearly feeling better and managed to stay home and rehydrate himself well enough to visit his own doctor, who confirmed the hospital diagnosis.    

                            

Now that we are all vaccinated, I will resume the frequent visits that were part of my life pre-pandemic.  I will need to add my sister to the visitation schedule -- my brother is two hours north and she is two hours south, but she is still struggling with the covid symptoms and not getting the support I think she needs.

We were barely settled back home when Jack needed to help his oldest son move, after several years at Jack's old house, to a city about 45 minutes away.  We are hopeful that he will find his footing there.   So far things are looking good -- in less than a week, he has gotten his drivers' license and a job, so fingers crossed.    



The next day, on Monday, Jack and I drove to Ludington, about two hours away on the west side of the state, and stayed for a few days in a lovely bed and breakfast.  We were greeted with flowers and chocolates and chocolate covered strawberries, as well as a plate of homemade candies in our room.  The room, which was actually a small suite, had a fake fireplace and a jetted tub with aromatherapy scents.  At breakfast the next morning, the hostess and her son made us an amazing breakfast, as they did all three days that we were there.  And every afternoon she baked us something special to have with tea.  Food was definitely one of the highlights of the trip since the weather was so dreary.  It was too cold to do much -- it even snowed quite a bit! -  and my feet were acting up terribly, but we had a lovely and relaxing time and did see one glorious sunset.   (Speaking of my feet, I've made an appointment with a podiatrist and hope he will have suggestions for some relief.)


When we got  home, it was time to start getting ready for Easter dinner tomorrow, when my son's family is coming over for the first indoor visit in over a year!  So that's what I am doing now.  There will be a lot of food but none of it complicated -- the focus tomorrow is on seeing and spending time with the people I most love.    I can't wait!

Saturday, March 20, 2021

Vaccinated!

Jack and I both got our second Moderna vaccines on Thursday!  We both felt a little crummy, but not terrible, that night, and his arm was still very sore the next day.  I felt fine but, to my surprise, I kept falling asleep the next day, while Jack went about his regular schedule.   I had expected to be the Big Winner in the Bravest Person competition after this shot, but if there was an award ceremony, I'm afraid I slept through it.   That evening Jack went out for a walk and I was still hunkered down by the fire, eyes drooping.   But later that night, he set up the coffee and put on the timer as he always does, but forgot to put a coffee pot into the device, so I woke up the next day to find 10 cups of coffee all over the floor and in the drawer beneath the pot.  I think perhaps he wasn't feeling as 100% as he claimed.  No matter, we are both thrilled to be vaccinated and just hope that all the crazies out there, those who refuse to take precautions and even refuse to be vaccinated, don't spoil it for us all.

We have two more Sunday dominoes games and then the "season" will be over until next year.  I was far ahead in winning until last Sunday, when I lost every game.  Now Evan and I are neck and neck in the competition . . . and I am hoping he will win.  He really, really does not like to lose to me.

I am working on a menu, as low-stress as possible, for our Easter dinner when my son and his family will be coming over for the first indoor, unmasked gathering in over a year!  It has been SO long since we have had a meal together, I want it to live up to everyone's expectations, but I don't want to spend all day in the kitchen, either.   I am out of the habit of cooking large meals and generally out of the habit of entertaining.   So this will be a fun thing for me to ponder for a few days, and no matter what we end up eating, I know we will all be glad to finally be together again!

I did a few more sewing projects this week.  I made a little bunny mat for my front table, to decorate for Easter week and early Spring, and I made a mug rug of the same design for my Secret Santa. The little mats I've been making for the hall table are only 12 inches square, and the small size makes for a fun and very quick project.  I expect to make several more for the various seasons.  




I put a striped binding on the one quilt that was still sitting around without, and I got started on a birthday table runner, also a Secret Santa gift.  I am pretty sure no one in the secret Santa group ever comes this way -- I sure hope not!  



The birthday runner would be finished except for a series of broken needles that ruined one square and delayed all the others.  I am afraid we will have to take the Solaris in again, a huge frustration when one spends so much on a machine that has the bigger hoops and nicer features, but has never performed as well for us as the cheaper versions.  

This weekend is the beginning of Spring, at least according to the calendar.  I will need to mop the coffee-soaked kitchen floor and do some other housework tasks, but I am hoping to get outside for at least a stroll around my own yard.  Walking is increasingly painful these days, so, although I think it is likely that I will just have to live with it,  I do plan to see a doctor about it soon.  The foot that they x-rayed and diagnosed as broken is sore, but it is the other foot that is causing the most pain, making me wonder whether I broke that one, too, or whether it just wants more attention.  I need to find a solution because I definitely need the exercise, and I will want to be outdoors as the weather improves.  This has been a long year of indoor time, and the possibility of being out and about is just around the corner now!


Monday, March 15, 2021

The Ides of March

Beware the Ides of March.  Perhaps I should have heeded that warning.  If I were still married to my first husband (and I am so very glad that I am not), today would have been my 47th anniversary.  There has been a lot of water under the bridge since then and I am confident that he and I are both happier now than we would have been if we were still together.

The snow has melted out back and I've spotted a hunting hawk several times over the past week or so.  The chipmunks are definitely done with their winter sleep and they and the ground squirrels seem to be everywhere again.  It is still chilly, about 15 degrees when I wake up, but warming into the 40's or even the 50's by late afternoon.   I saw what I think is the first shoot of a daffodil today, although it is still too early to be sure.   

Life seems to be slowly picking up its old rhythm lately.  Evan is still coming for dominoes every Sunday -- only two more weeks in the season!  We celebrated Pi Day, 3.14, with cherry pie and with our traditional corned beef, cabbage, carrots, potatoes and soda bread, since St. Paddy's day is this coming Wednesday.    It is one of Jack's favorite traditions, with his Irish roots and decades as a (bag)piper.

                               

We will be getting our second vaccination this coming Thursday and just the promise of it has freed some of the frost from our imaginations.   I have scheduled a haircut, a pedicure!, and a weekend on Lake Michigan for the two of us in the weeks to come.  Best of all, my son's family will come over for Easter dinner in a couple of weeks!  All of the adults will be fully vaccinated by then and the CDC advises that we can gather safely, indoors, without masks!  I am excited beyond measure!  My brother Bill is fully vaccinated, one of Jack's sons and his wife have also gotten appointments for their first vaccine,  and so has my sister,  so we are hoping that many family reunions are just around the corner!

I've finished most of the sewing tasks I set for this month, well ahead of schedule  -- in addition to the little shamrock table-topper, I finished my Christmas tree skirt, bound another lap quilt, made another secret Santa gift (the theme this month was "under the sea"), made a green rainbow-quilt block, and embroidered the blocks for two table runners.  I forgot to take photos of the quilt and embroidered blocks, and I know I still move like molasses, but trust me, things are finally getting done!  I plan to finish the (machine) embroidered blocks and assemble them, and to make a little bunny table-topper before the month is over.  I think the combination of impending Spring and vaccine-freedom have given me a bit more energy!   I know that precautions will be necessary for some time to come.  But I am hoping that this forward-energy will continue and that perhaps, just perhaps, we are nearing the end of this year of worry.





Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Just Me, Being Negative

I still have no sense of smell, and that pesky neck lump is still there,  but my Covid-19 test was NEGATIVE and I am finally starting to feel better.  Jack bet me $2 that the test would be positive for covid so I am not only feeling better but I am also $2 richer!   As I told him, it serves him right for betting against me!

I cooked for the first time in two and a half weeks today, a test recipe that called for making a Parisian style cheese gnocchi with arugula, which I had never even heard of.  It took a long time to do, taking lots of breaks because my stamina is still iffy,  and I was swearing that I would never do it again but it was, in fact, delicious, so I am putting it on my 'special occasion' list and will plan to make the gnocchi ahead of time the next time I want to serve it.  The test recipe called for the addition of kalamati olives, which I had right next to me, mise en place, and forgot to add.  We loved it anyway.  The recipe said it would serve four and we barely left a crumb.

I also got some bits of sewing done, not much but it was the first time at the sewing machine in those same two and a half weeks.  I made a couple of rainbow blocks from last month and this, and a small change purse to put in with my "secret Santa" gift for February's "love stroll" theme.  So clearly, although I still tire quickly, I do not have Covid and I am on the mend.  It feels good.




Monday, February 8, 2021

Not Sick, Not Well

 It has been a week since our country's last attempted insurrection, and our government appears to be acting in large part as if nothing ever happened.  I had expected by now that there would have been a lot more arrests and a lot more news about people who were involved, more news of charges and arraignments and perhaps even plea bargains, but maybe law enforcement is holding those things close to the vest for now.  I hope it has not simply been glossed over as somehow unimportant, as the Senate seems to be doing. We will find out more this week, that is certain.   It is, of course, out of my hands and, therefore, out of my "lane," but one thing about the pandemic is that there is so much time to brood since there is so little else that can be done.

I am still not well, and still not truly sick.  The mild headache is annoying but not serious. The swelling in my neck is still there but perhaps less so.  The stomach upsets are more annoying and the tiredness is just tiresome.   I think I am  not hungry but when I start to eat, I find that I am starving, which is always a mistake because nothing sits well.  The glands in my neck are still swollen, but less so.  My doctor, still convinced it is a routine bacterial infection, has ordered a second antibiotic that is doing its job by killing all my good bacteria and making digestion unpleasant, shall we say.  He predicts that I will be quite well by tomorrow and, if I am not, Jack has asked that I request a Covid test.  I agree with my doctor that it is almost impossible that I could have contracted the Virus because I see no one but Jack, who in turn sees almost no one, and he has never been ill, but as time goes on I have to wonder.  Today I am perhaps imagining changes (but not a complete loss) in my taste and smell; it is easy to become paranoid, so I will continue to assess that before I say anything to either Jack or the doctor.  There is a saying about people who are so high and mighty that their "'stuff' don't stink," and perhaps I simply am one of those people ( can say no more).   Meanwhile, I am spending my days cozy and bored, sitting by the fire.

I have not done a lick of sewing or cooking in two weeks, and the list of things I want to get done this month is looming.  I have a test recipe that needs to be cooked this week and the fragile ingredients are waiting in the refrigerator.  I have a list of sewing projects, one of them not quite completed from my January list and the whole February list still to do.    I baked a loaf of bread this weekend will try to sew a seam or two later today unless time gets away from me again, as it tends to do lately.

I did finish my knitted cowl and ordered yarn to make a couple more to put away for gifts.  I have been wearing it in the house, which is always chilly, and I enjoyed making it, if only because it helped me feel like I wasn't wasting every minute of the day.

I have been trying to break my bad pandemic habit of shopping (too much) on line, but I discovered a small new independent bookseller in our area and "had" to support them.  They have not yet moved into a brick and mortar location because of the pandemic, but they are open for business.   They had a special they are calling "Blind Date," where they will send a couple of mystery books and a handful of chocolates.   Although I have not had the concentration lately to enjoy any serious reading, I do want to support our local small business.  Besides, I thought that was a pretty clever promotion so I ordered the books.  The arrived two days later, cute as can be.  I won't open them until I am ready to read, so I have these surprises to look forward to!

I am trying to divert my unnecessary shopping by donating to a local food bank instead when I find myself aimlessly browsing things I do not need.  But I also read this morning that a macaron shop is opening in our little downtown, so there is another local business that I will feel obligated to support!   No sacrifice is too great.  I'm a team player when it comes to sweets.