To my Wednesday off. I woke at 6.30 and then lay in bed dreaming until 9.30. I have let the dog out three times now; he saw a very large wild turkey eating birdseed under the feeder. Now, Riley must "check" the yard for turkey scent. My breakfast was the "farty" cold cereal mix. Muslix, wheat berries and a sugar free granola with nuts. Since I am working at home today, I think farting all day will be acceptable.
My first load of dark work clothes from yesterday is in the washer. So many wet pairs of socks. Next will be the bed sheets. Then the dog towels. While the cereal is being digested, I will iron shirts. Then do my Pilates and my very first try at beginner Yoga poses. I watched a few videos on the internet and now think I can try a few of the standing poses. Downward facing dog is going to be difficult. But there are quite a few poses that are good for the back muscles. Cat Cow. I will end with Child's Pose and the Corpse. Five to fifteen breaths in each pose. A number of the poses are similar to Pilates. I think they are fraternal twins.
First load in the dryer and white sheets in the washer. Fresh water and lunch for Riley. Grinding beans for a fresh pot of coffee. I had a leftover cup with breakfast. It is cold and gray outside. And damp. It may have already rained for the day, or more is coming. Either way, a good day to be home.
Later I will go to the library for a book for G. I pick out all his books. It must be nice to have a wife. Then I will stop and buy the ingredients for Thanksgiving Dinner. I also need detergent and spray starch. I had been considering buying a few zucchini to make the chocolate chip loaf. Better that I make chocolate chip cookies for G. I don't like the cookies and I do love the bread.
I missed the 12 by 12 deadline for Chartreuse and the remainder of the colorplays are being done much quicker so they will all be finished in time for Houston's Quilt Show. I fear, my joy in playing along, is diminished. Not playing any longer. Now it's more like working towards a deadline. Which I don't share. I will miss"playing along". Perhaps someday I will be invited by a new group to play with them? I can only hope it will happen some day. Now, coffee and the iron.
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You can come and play at my house anytime. Two farty old broads and downward facing dog-there's a scary picture...
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