At least I'm making sure the kids miss their father, right?
As for me, I'll admit I've been enjoying having the bedroom all to myself, since that means I can pile yarn and half-done knitting projects on the bed and leave them there until I'm good and ready to put them away. Also, my OWN bathroom - no feeling guilty about all the exfoliators and facial moisturizers and anti-wrinkle products scattered on the vanity every morning. And, no, I have no idea if the products I bought at Costco last week are actually working. I probably should have used them on only one side of my face, if I wanted to be scientific about it. Why didn't I think of that? I don't know. There goes my Nobel Prize for science, I guess.
|Scrap-yarn blanket I've been working on -|
blankets belong on beds anyway, right?
I managed to beat back whatever weird virus was threatening me last week (maybe I'm just allergic to driving? That's possible), so I've gotten back to my 1-mile slog/jog in the mornings. I take weekends off, because I have yoga, which is not at all the same thing but humor me, okay? Yesterday got so warm and nice out, however, that I texted a few neighbors to see if anyone wanted to go for a brisk walk with me. One finally said yes, so off we went. When I got back home, another neighbor texted and said, "Oh, hey, I can go now!" so I went for another walk. I mean, exercise, right? It's good for you.
So I got home from that second walk and had no sooner collapsed on the couch with my knitting (I mean, ENOUGH with the exercise already) when another neighbor knocked on the door and - you guessed it - invited me out for a walk. And I went, because she's younger than I am and I didn't want to seem wimpy.
My point here is, I think my neighbors are trying to kill me. Or else my new anti-aging creams are so effective, these people think I can handle all this aerobic activity. That's a possibility.
I have to go now. Today is my weekly Aldi's day, and if I haven't talked here yet about my love for Aldi's, well - I LOVE ALDI'S. Everything is SO CHEAP. I feel thrifty and virtuous every time I walk into that store. Also, I have a thing for these:
|Only 88 CENTS EACH, people!|
I buy an entire flat of them each week. And, yes, I KNOW I could make my own rice pudding even more cheaply (in fact an older woman in front of me on line in Aldi's gave me her recipe, because Aldi's customers are friendly that way); but first, it takes a long time, and second, it requires that I have all the right ingredients on hand, and third, it didn't taste the same. So I'll persist in my extravagant habit of buying these single-serve containers of creamy deliciousness, THANK YOU.
(I figured out how to type that "ñ" in the post title without even asking my teen for instructions - darn proud of myself I am.)