Do you know that poem, “Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace. Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go…”? I am a Wednesday child and all my life have always thought Wednesdays were ‘my’ day of the week, for good things and for bad. So, here on a Wednesday, while I’m waiting for the oven timer to go off, a couple of ideas that have been running through my byzantine brain…..
Tomorrow is Nouveau Beaujolais day – Hello, wine store! I’ll be there at 9am promptly. I’ll be bringing wine to Thanksgiving dinner with the in-laws. Which is good because I won’t be bringing the family member who’s made me the in-law as he has to work. It’s just like being married to the junior ensign all over again!!!
Baking is therapeutic. And if I pretend hard enough, I’ll wear off the calories I’ll consume from the banana bread & cupcakes by beating and pouring and decorating really, really hard. Right?
I love to play cribbage. I miss my darling girl every time we play, but it also some how brings her closer at the same time. Plus – I beat Jeff almost always 🙂 On the other hand, he beats me 90% of the time when we play backgammon.
Under Feeling My Age for $600, Alex, “Inviting the youngest child of your best friend to come for a weekend visit on her own, in her own car, TO GO PUB CRAWLING”. On the upside, she’s smart and funny and beautiful and we’re bound to have a blast. Just as long as I’m in bed by 10… (Is it bad form to laugh at your own joke??)
Dreams don’t mean anything you don’t want them to. I have to believe this after the dream I had sometime between 4am and 7am today. And no, it was neither prurient nor violent. It was completely improbable and also made me just a little angry.
When I grow up, I would like to be just like Representative Gabby Giffords. She’s not angry about being shot and so grievously injured. Learning to lose all of my anger is still an on-going battle, and my ‘injuries’ were nothing in comparison to hers!
If I save $10 a week, how many years will it be before I have enough to go to Paris? And stay there for a week. Eating one meal a day and a lot of baguettes.
Why do we have food cravings? I mean, at this moment, I would kill for a nice hot casserole filled to bubbly-good overflowingness of scalloped potatoes in a creamy, cheesy sauce with sweet onions. So I’m pretty sure I know what’s going to be served with the roast chicken tonight…
It’s almost Christmas card time. I love writing Christmas cards, but for the last two years, we started late. This year – we begin next week. If you want a Christmas card, please email your snail mail address. Almost as much as writing Christmas cards, I love shopping for Christmas cards for the next year on Boxing Day.
Which leads me to… however will I cope without a “real” Boxing Day this year?
And finally, in today’s wander through my brain, if companies are allowed to do pre-employment drug screening tests, why aren’t would-be employees allowed to do pre-employment company ethics screening tests?
“…Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child must work hard for a living. But the child that’s born on the Sabbath Day is bonnie and blythe and good and gay.” (This was when ‘gay’ meant happy.)
Enjoy the rest of your Wednesday, everyone.