Being under the weather is a perfect time to catch up on TV, doncha think?
Well, lest you think I was a total couch spud on Saturday, I must tell you that I also (also, stupidly...see January 15th for more superhuman stupidity) walked my dog to the groomer and back. The groomer is a 1.5 hour walk from my house, along the river trail. So that was 3 hours walking total, plus 1.5 hours waiting for the dog to be groomed. Not something to be done when recovering from the total body...er...cleanse...I had just experienced two days prior. While waiting for milady, I headed up the street to a local cafe, read the paper and tried to eat some breakfast. I pocketed the bacon for Lucy - her treat for enduring the indignity of the grooming process. Once we got back to the house, both of us retreated to the couch. She didn't get up again until it was dark. Methought I had finally wore her out.
Jan 18th photo: My mom and stepdad bought a house and are in the process of moving from their condo. On Sunday, JD and I went over to help them at the new place and my mom gave me this little porcelain statue that had belonged to my dad's mom. People tend to want to give you stuff when they are moving, I have found. Packing up/unpacking your stuff tends to bring forth the following exclamations: Why do we have all this stuff? And: Here, do you want it? Yes, actually, I do.
Nothing special about it - your basic dollar store trinket - but my Oma loved it and I have very few things from her except memories, so it is precious to me because it was precious to her.January 19th photo of a box on a shelf in my bedroom. It also says: Live and Love on the other sides. Cannot for the life of me remember why I wanted to take this picture. I do know I was still feeling rotten, and perhaps I needed a LAUGH!
January 20th photo: Organizing. Remember that resolution? Hmmm. Tonight I took a few moments to take all my makeup brushes from their various homes and put them all in this beautiful Queen mug. I loved this mug from the moment I saw it (black and pink and pretty writing, oh my!) but I wouldn't buy so a friend bought it for me. I didn't want to take it to work lest my staff and co-workers took offense (it's OK to be boss, but QUEEN??? Really! Some people....) so it now lives in my bathroom. Proudly proclaiming my status as the Queen of my domicile.
That's enough for this post. More soon.