I babysat for a woman who literally broke down and cried when she turned 30. I didn’t understand it then and I don’t understand it now. Age is not something one can control, and despite what some would have you believe, it’s not a measure of your value. I’ve never understood lying about your age (OK, maybe trying to get served before 21…) or “It’s impolite to ask a lady her age.” Not impolite, just none of your business, similar to asking someone their weight, or their SAT scores, or their political or religious inclinations. Never mind… don’t get me started on social etiquette.
Not related to the mattress, yesterday was a disoriented morning. I woke and saw the clock display, then was thinking “Isn’t that on the other nightstand?” - which is where it was at the hotel. My brain was still at the ocean - it was a confusing awakening. But I’m much better now.
boofae - thanks for the explanation. Not my idea of a good time, but go you!!!
For some strange and unexplained reason, my right knee feels like it’s been whacked or I knelt heavily on something hard or… well anyway, it hurts and I don’t know why. I noticed it when we got home on Firday, which was weird because all I did was sit in the car for many hours. I don’t recall twisting it or banging against anything, and it’s not discolored or bruised. Very irritating.
I finished the use-up-the-scraps blanket last night, so per someone’s request (can’t recall who asked) here are the last 6 lap blankets.
And I’ve still got some more yarn - not sure if it’s enough for a blanket this size, but I’ve got an idea to use it up. We shall see how it works out. I may just keep it for myself when it’s chilly in the recliner.
Not sure what the plans for today may be. I have 4 overripe 'nanners, so I’m thinking I’ll make a cake - I found a recipe that looks good. And I should pull something out of the freezer for supper. I’m sure there will be more to do.
Happy Sunday!