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Cinnamon rolls, Challah, potato soup, French toast*, more potato soup and lots of hot tea, hot chai and hot chocolate; it may have not been a warm weekend, but it was jam packed full of warm comfort food. Not to mention, blankets, slippers, socks, and wraps. I was so cold Sunday I just added layers to my night gown rather than have to take it off to put clothes on; I was a fashion plate for sure. Surprisingly I did get some things done, spent time reading and played with D’s Wacom tablet and a painting program I had not previously tried (with some success I might add). There was no sewing, in fact I don’t think I’ve had the machine out since I completed the journal covers. Its possible I’m a little burnt-out. There was also no ‘small’ project, but I have one in mind that I think I can tackle over the next couple of evenings.
I’ve mentioned before that I make piles of things, I also make boxes. The boxes usually occur when I’m cleaning and find things that don’t belong in that particular room. Rather than move them to their proper spot I toss them in a box. There are two such boxes in the house right now a small one from the master bedroom and a big one in my sewing room. Both have been knocking around long enough to have gathered dust, and I’m comfortable saying that they represent things unfinished. By rights I should just seal them up and set them out for the trash man as I obviously haven’t needed anything out of them in a long while; ‘course that’s not gonna happen. So I’ll settle for cleaning them out and putting their contents away.
Friday I roared outta here to pick up a part at another office for a customer with a broken oven. The drive was uneventful but you wouldn’t have believed the wind. I stopped at the Sunshine Skyway Bridge rest-stop to ... um… rest, and was amazed at the waves churning up in the bay. They were nothing that would excite a surfer, but for an area that is protected and usually glass smooth I was pretty impressed, especially since the only thing causing them was the wind. I have a photo for you but I loaned my mom my camera over the weekend and didn’t get it down loaded yet. Hopefully I’ll have it in a few days.
Other than the minutia of ordinary life I haven’t much else of interest except for stress ... and there is a truckload of that around these parts these days. It is coming from every direction imaginable, work, family, the blog. Murphy’s Law, I guess, if it can it will, and believe me it has! Perhaps I should console myself with another bowl of potato soup, heh.
*Made with the Challah, which, in my opinion, is perfect for French toast as it is faintly sweet with a slightly sticky texture.