Our toaster oven has lost its ding. I don’t know exactly how old it is – it’s definitely not the one we got as a wedding present, but I can’t remember when we replaced it. Possibly as long ago as the Portsmouth house, which makes this toaster oven around 12-14 years old. I think that’s a reasonable life expectancy. Of course, I say that as if the fact that it doesn’t ding when the timer is done means it doesn’t toast bread. It still works! It just doesn’t cheerfully alert me when it’s done anymore, so I have to pay more attention to avoid cold toast. Life is hard.
We pulled into the parking lot and saw the sign and I swear I heard the Hallelujah Chorus. This heavenly place is 33 miles from our house, and it lived up to my expectations.
Thank you, Wegmans, for ruining me for every other grocery store in existence.
I can’t. I had plans for tonight’s post, but then mosquitos got me, and all of my brain power is focused on 8 or 10 bites on my legs.
I’m not on fire.
I’m not on fire.
I’m not on fire.
I sat in the backyard for a little bit this afternoon wearing long pants and a hoodie and shivering a little even though the sun was shining and it’s AUGUST because Oregon doesn’t understand how summer works.
Of course, we spent a few days last week in Rhode Island in sweaters and sweatshirts, so I guess summer is broken everywhere this year. Or maybe it’s just broken wherever we are, since summer seemed to be handing out 100+ degree days everywhere we were NOT, and maybe I should just wear a hoodie and be grateful.
Nice length, but boy is that flat on top. I can’t help that, but also it gets stringy when the wind blows, and there’s a beach wedding coming up.
Swingy! Fun! Still me! Helpfully styled by David so it’ll never look this good again!
At first I was curious.
Then I was amused.
And then John found The Bible Cure for Thyroid Disorders and my eyes rolled right out of my head.
Of course, now I can’t find it to get a picture, so you’ll just have to have faith that it exists.
- I found out that a coworker I already like reads fantasy novels. Plus.
- I called out sick last night so I could sleep in a little today. I slept until nine and then worked 5 hours. That is my perfect work day. Plus.
- I went for a 4.8-mile walk with John today. Plus.
- It was chilly and it rained on us the whole time. Minus.
- Going for a walk despite the rain and chill is another step in becoming a Real Oregonian. Plus.
Today: four pluses, one minus. Overwhelmingly positive. It was a good day.
The sun came out and the weather warmed up and I went outside and took pictures of the daffodils. I’ll need to remember this because it’s going to rain again tomorrow and for much of the next few days.
The guy with the gravel came and filled in the giant potholes in our alley and then covered the mud puddle that is our parking spot! Oh wondrous joy!
Sorry – I’m giddy with excitement since my FOUR-DAY WEEKEND starts now. We’re heading to Portland in a couple of hours to pick Molly up from the airport.
Fun is forthcoming!
Beginner did not fall off horse today
Local woman ate birthday cake for lunch
Laptops used in coffee shops smell like coffee for days
Driving to a brewery? Don’t park in the wrong lot!
Mystery of the unmarked present solved
Because sometimes a headline is all you need.
Hi. Today sucked. Story tomorrow. Tonight: shower, then bed. Possibly no stop for reading, even. That’s how much I want to be sleeping.
(We’re both okay, everyone we know is okay. Today’s suckiness is under control. It’s just sucky and, well, inconvenient. Took an okay day down the tubes.)
No. Uh uh. Not gonna do it.
Look, a puppy cam! Gosh, they’re cute. But now they’re napping.
Ooh! Donkey cam! That’s fun, but they’re not really doing anything.
Holy shit, penguin cam!
Maybe today’s not so bad after all. For those of you not into live-streaming animals, have some random adorable pictures from the internet instead:
I am going outside. I know – AGAIN. But it’s the first time today, so you know I’m not overdoing it. We wouldn’t want that.
I’m just going to sit in the backyard for a few minutes to read. The backyard that needs mowing and watering and weeding.
The front yard needs almost as much work, but I cleverly took a picture that shows the sidewalk and the neighbor’s yard up the street instead.
So…we’re here, mid-vacation. Posting may be spotty. I hope you’ll forgive me (and I’m sure you will because all five of you are lovely people) for missing a day here and there BECAUSE I’M ON VACATION!!!
Trader Joe’s sells good chocolate pudding. Just thought you should know.
Look who skipped two whole days of blogging and doesn’t feel (too) guilty about it! I’m growing. I had an eventful weekend, in the literal sense, and I will tell you all about it, but not tonight. Tonight, I am boiling eggs for tuna salad and enjoying leftover chicken corn chowder COLD with wheat thins. It makes a damn good dip. Then I’m going to bed early because I’m tired and I want to read before I collapse.
I am still in the market for a yoga class because last night’s class was not for me. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t terribly challenging, and this is coming from someone who hasn’t been to a yoga class in at LEAST a year and a half. It wasn’t that relaxing, either. They did actually say “om”, though. That’s a first for me.
The gym offers a couple of different yoga classes, so I’ll try one of those soon. Until then, I’ll ponder the mystery of the font color of my current book. It’s BLUE. Aside from kid’s books, I can’t remember ever seeing a printed book with text any color other than black. It’s weird.
I’ve known for a long time that I can’t listen to music with words when I’m working because I end up typing what I’m hearing (or singing along to) instead of, you know, work stuff. Apparently, this is also a problem when blogging. Or it could just be that I don’t have anything specific to say today, so I’m easily sidetracked. I was going to write something about Pokémon Go (I saw teenagers playing in the park today, I think), but that went nowhere, mostly because “I saw people playing it” is all I have to say, and then there was something about boiling eggs and having one explode in the pot every time, but really – where was I going with that? Nowhere, according to Regina Spektor, who was determined to have me type about breaking her heart instead of exploding eggs. It’s not all about you, Regina! Sometimes it’s about being unable to boil eggs correctly. I gotta go talk to Julia Child.
All I could think about during my workout today was food. All the food. This is not a good sign.
Went out to breakfast, shopped at Target (bought 5 striped shirts – no solids for me!), and read an entire book at the library while waiting for John to finish browsing. Came home, read some more, had dinner, watched TV, and I’m about to finish book #2. If I can’t have vacation, I’ll take more days like this one.