Daily Notes on a Sunshine Filled Monday

Accidentally  purchased red grapefruit. Thought I was buying blood oranges today at the grocery store. Peeled and segmented two of the really small grapefruit and am happily slurping them up.  Grapefruit interferes with one of my dally meds. So, I am not supposed to have any.  But my doctor said once a week was okay.  So...perhaps  this whole week.....??

It rained pretty hard into the night.  And now the Sun is out and shining- but it's not really a warm Sun. The Grocery shopping went well.  Everything I had on the list was on the shelves.  Even the baked pretzels and husband's chips.  I will have to go back in the next few days.  Husband didn't write bagels on the shopping list (Guess I am going to have to check on what he needs and not assume he will remember).  I bought New York Rye Bread for myself.  Very seedy.  I like it that way.

I spent most of the day, yesterday, alternating between Law and Order Criminal Intent, Storage Wars and reading my book.  I did bake cookies.  Husband ate cookies. Remembered to buy butter.

I had recorded the Rugby match between Scotland and France.  I think I could have been interested in a Rugby player if they had played Rugby at my college.  Only back then, I doubt they had such wonderfully styled haircuts and such rock hard abs.  I am reminded of the  college Hockey Team.  All the missing teeth.

I like Rugby and have figured out a few things but not enough to fully understand what they are doing. But the ref is right out there on the field with them- in the  middle of everything and he NEVER  gets touched or even bumped.  And all the discussions are very polite even when being given a red card. And I know from soccer that the red card is never a good thing.  My daughter got one- perhaps more.  Playing soccer. In college.  Usually I watch on Saturday afternoons.  They are playing for some sort of championship. I now have to check well into the am hours for the games and record them.  This game aired at 3am.

Well, I have quite a bit more of the book I am reading-  I Almost Forgot About You- Terry McMillan. black author and most of the characters are also black.  A woman- twice divorced-is in a rut and is trying to figure out where she went wrong.  So..she is sifting thru old boyfriends.  via Facebook. We have already gone thru the ex husbands. And now the guys she dated in college.  I think there are 40. Along the way she is figuring out WHO she is.  What she wants.  I can identify with her journey. Finding oneself isn't easy.