It's 70 Degrees Outside And I Have A Cold

I thought, at first, that it was an allergy.  But by the time I got home from work, I knew it was a cold.  The inside of only one side of my nose was raw and burning.  I had trouble breathing during Masterpiece Theater.  So I took one green Night Quil  and went to bed.  This morning things are blocking my nasal passages and clogging my brain.  I had HUGE plans for the day.  Planting things in the garden that I bought yesterday.  I also have a lunch date.  The first rule of life.  Never make plans.

The timer on the dryer just went off.  The whites are dry and need folding.  The darks are probably ready for the dryer.  So many work clothes. Thank goodness they are all in dark colors.  G was very busy in the garden yesterday and picked up the yard of compost I bought yesterday.  Nice dark brown stuff.  No smell.  He also picked up the piles of leaves and rubbish I had raked out of the front garden bed on Saturday.  A huge job and I nearly got a blister on my hand (forgot to wear gloves) which would have made work yesterday even more tedious than it was.  We were short a few people (or it seemed that way) as I was running here and there plus trying to get my watering and straightening up done.  I did my best with the customers as that is more important in the long run. One blew me a kiss as she drove away.  Odd.

I am gulping down coffee.  It tastes so good.  I didn't have eggs for breakfast even though I was hungry. Yesterday, while making G a totally weird (and disgusting to me) dinner, I left the Tupperware scraper in the frying pan and it melted onto the pan.  Two items I can no longer use.  G actually LIKED the mess I served him.  He said it was very strange but amazingly tasty (leftover pasta, crispy ham bits, two egg yolks, cream and parmesan cheese with loads of fresh ground pepper).  I had crispy fried ham (from Easter) a few ounces of Irish cheddar and a handful of radishes.  The ham should be finished in the next day or two.  My breakfast was ham rolled up around two ounces of cheddar.  I ate it cold.  I wasn't planning to eat breakfast but I felt hungry and I really should eat breakfast.  Skipping dinner is okay.  Not breakfast.

I have no idea where my friend and I are eating lunch.  Last time we had lunch we didn't get back home until 4 pm.  And we started out at noon.  So much to talk about.  We hardly get to see one another since her grandson was born in August of 2007.  Before that, we walked nearly every morning at 8 am.  Things changed for both of us that August.  Grandbaby for her and Riley for me.  I lost my library job soon after. And then death took so many friends.  2007 will always be a momentous year in my life.  In one spectacularly significant weekend, I had my first one woman quilt show open and my father died suddenly.  How's that for bad timing?

It has been over a year, I think, since my friend K decided she no longer wanted to be friends with me.  I still refer to her when I speak to people (referencing her gardens in Georgia) but I realize that our relationship was over.  After so many years (40), you feel you will be with this person until the end of time. We see the world differently.  We have different values.  Different priorities.  Neither better or worse than what the other believes.  Just incompatible.  I think it's called "rubbing each other the wrong way".  I think internet email made it too easy to irritate each other.  We would have done better with the occasionally visit and a Christmas card.  So I have stopped being hurt and sad.  I remember the good times and have begun to ignore the things I couldn't change.  K was brave to just call an end to "us".

Has anyone ever removed or sanded flat a gloss paint in a bathroom?  Twenty years ago I painted the walls with a paint recommended for bathrooms.  I had just removed and scraped off the original wallpaper.  I know I can't just paint over the shiny surface.  The paint won't stick.  I need to rough things up and get a good surface.  There are also places where we are now down to bare drywall (different shape medicine cabinet).  I hate working in bathrooms.  The space is so small and everything is in the way.  Eventually, we will be putting the master bath tub into this bathroom, along with a new toilet and vanity, plus a tile floor.  So, this interim paint job, while not the end product, needs to be done well and correctly to save time later. Any hints and tips will be welcome.