What makes you think you were happy this week?
Getting ready to leave for Oklahoma City for the AQHA World horse show and realized that I am feeling really well and STRONG. Had my two month check up and my numbers were great. Don’t have to go back to my oncologist for three months! It was at this show last year that I realized that I was very sick so really looking forward to enjoying it this time!
My happy this week was spending time with aging parent and in-laws. Precious.
Coming up – a visit with a dear, dear friend.
What a great realization!
Not having to go back for 3 months is a big goal !
Went for a long walk in the autumn sunshine yesterday. After a strenuous ten days of driving, catching up with old friends and high-intensity familiarisation visit to new school, it was just what I needed to recharge batteries and clear head.
Yay for good numbers! I wish such for us all.
Full Moon Yoga on the Beach Saturday morning. Began in darkness, ended in light. As the full moon set in one sky quadrant, the sun came up in opposition, allowing us to take both moon and sun into our practice. In the morning stillness, waves sounded extra loud. Magical, enlightening — and followed by breakfast at the new Mexico-City-style cafe, fried chorizo quesidilla with heavenly hot chocolate. That early, no trouble with parking.
New issue of garden mag out, the subject is roses. Couple articles by me, couple by dear husband — best are from writers we recruited: upcoming pres of the American Rose Society, rose writer for the big city paper, scholar whose new book on the history of roses in CA is just out. Fun. And a sense of accomplishment.
Nice phone talk with my sister, comforting to hear she’s doing well and is in charge. My nephew is getting married!
Bonus: Nicest set of dogs ever neither barked nor lunged at the cutie-pie trick-or-treaters.
What garden mag ? Full Moon Yoga on the Beach ? I might have to take up yoga again.
Cute trick-or-treaters, just enough candy left over for me to enjoy, and even the cold I caught is one of those minor, sniffles-only, non-debilitating ones. Happy Sunday!
Two beautiful days here and then some chill but still gorgeous. Book is going well, house is slow but getting better, I’m curled up with dogs and a new book, plus big plans for pasta and cupcakes later. I think I’m happy.
I’m really happy to have found a house to buy at last. We’re still negotiating over finishes, but I’m sure it’s happening. And the developer (a woman a few years younger than me) has promised me some extra bits of garden.
One of the things I’m really happy about is that I can tell stories about it that make sense, and are rich.
First week as the “boss” – a few stressful moments (took me 20 mins to reply to a 6 am email from the president of my organization), but got a fair amount accomplished. Spent a fun morning doing the local Christmas craft show circuit with a friend. Tea and shopping with another friend. Started making my Christmas cards.
Thor: Ragnarok. Some weeks you take what you can get. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a little eye candy. The movie was hilarious.
One bad thing, Krissie, is they cut the double dagger flip that they show in the commercials. I had some very specific inappropriate thoughts about that.
Super busy week. Checking off items on the list before leaving for Australia. That makes me happy.
Weekend guest: the daughter of an old friend from Tanzania. A few years older than my daughter, she is currently interning in Washington D.C. as a transitional Deacon. (The question is if/where she will be ordained as a full priest next year as most, if not all, of the Anglican dioceses in Tanzania are not yet accepting of ordaining women as priests.)
Good meals, she and my husband enjoyed a hike to see autumn colors, lots of good conversation and enjoyed our Sunday service. She’s heading back to D.C. today (Monday) via Amtrak and my daughter, son-in-law and cutest granddaughter ever are coming to visit NEXT weekend.
My husband graciously offered to drive me to my art group (still shaky after a fall), which means we got to deliver the egg-splat paints they’d done in my basement a week earlier. Picture a bunch of women from age 55 to 90 hurling paint-filled eggshells at canvases – it was a blast.
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