I was up a little after seven this morning. This was weigh in day and I was -6.6 pounds. Yippeeeee!!! I went over to Nadine’s at nine. She had some Laughing Cow cheese and fruit crisps for me to taste. Since I liked them, she’ll get me some for me when she goes to Costco on Sunday. I helped her with some email issues on her computer, so it was after eleven by time I got home.
I eventually got to work on my jacket blocks and made good progress on those today. I still don’t think they are coming out perfectly square, but I guess that is too much to hope for. Hopefully they will turn out ok in the finished jacket. I’m listening to a talking book by Edna Buchanan while I work. It is called “Love Kills.”
It keeps me entertained while I’m sewing. I also reknit the hat I ripped out last night and it is waiting to be finished.
I’ve been talking with one of my customers and learned that she knits preemie burial layettes for the hospital where she works. I thought about that after Clint died, but decided to do things for the living instead. Anyway, I learned today that her 19 year old daughter was murdered six years ago. How horrible! I can’t even begin to imagine such a thing! So she does the layettes in her daughter’s memory just as I do all I do in Clint’s memory. As she said, those of us who have lost children need to find something to do in their memory.
I talked to Ellie tonight. They are taking off tomorrow in their motor home. The good news is that they are following the folks they are going to visit in Eastern Washington so at least Ellie isn’t out on the road alone with George in the event of an emergency. They are gone until the 24th.
Bill cooked some sirloin pork steaks tonight so I had 3 ounces of that with some of my okra. Way to go, eh? He brought home some liver today so when I heard the sizzle in the frying pan, I thought that was what he was cooking. I do NOT eat liver. I don’t care that Weight Watchers told me years ago I can’t live without eating liver. I told them I had managed just fine for 29 years, or whatever it was at the time. And I’ve managed 62 years now without eating it and I seem to be healthier than a lot of folks I know.
I talked to my prayer sister Sonya tonight. Not a whole lot new with her. Her son-in-law still doesn’t have a job but God will provide one when the time is right. At least his wife has one, so that helps. Her g’daughter is coming over at 5:30 in the morning to visit for the day. I guess she won’t be sitting on the front row at the memorial service for the associate pastor’s son tomorrow!
I’m going to go call Deanna. Haven’t talked to her since last week. Have to keep up with all the partners in crime!
God is more anxious to bestow His blessings on us than we are to receive them. - Saint Augustine of Hippo