So, I’m skinny. Actually I’m not feeling wildly healthy right now (I think it’s the nasty Celebrex) but I haven’t been hungry (which exacerbates the feeling funky) so I got on the scale and I’m down another 2 pounds or so. 219. Haven’t been that low since 1994. It’s kind of nice to fit in all sorts of clothes, etc.
Spent the weekend on the Great Sewing Room Smackdown – mainly folding fabric into neat little sizes around comic book boards. That sounds utterly insane, doesn’t it? I’ll report more on Wednesday.
My BFF#2 (Jenny’s BFF#1) is arriving for a couple of weeks today, which is wonderful, except I want to finish this book. I’ll figure it out. Sally and I sew together, and talk together (we grew up in two insane families a couple of blocks away in Princeton, our grandfathers were both Princeton professors, our mothers were both certifiable). She’s like a member of my family, the only one left from that time, so spending time with her is important.
But I’m dying to finish this book. However, she’s got health issues too, so that’ll free me up.
I gotta balance those two things (Sally and Writing), I want to keep working on the sewing room, and I want to feel better, physically. I’m pretty good spiritually and mentally – been some hits (some minor, some major) but the kids are stable, Richie and I are in love and though we’re leaking money like a sieve (the kids) we’re okay. I even got to float in the pool a couple of days. If it’s pool weather Sally’s going to want me to exercise (ugh), but that’s okay. Anything for sunshine.
Oh, yeah, gotta join in a couple of nun songs from the Sound of Music this weekend (and rehearse this week) so that will be fun as well. I miss my people (other performers).
We’ve got leaves changing color. We really haven’t had a summer this year, which makes our endless winter even harder. We’ve got to figure out a cheap way to get away, but there’s that money/sieve problem. Anyone got any ideas?
So tell me, my darlings, what’s on your agenda? Are you getting into Autumn mode? Efterår in Danish, BTW.
Ooops, that’s wrong. (A different lifetime).