monday
Sometimes I'm between things, done with one thing and haven't started the next thing and I find myself sitting at the computer. After reading my friend's page, what to do then? Write something myself... I feel like I am participating when I do that.
It just now started raining. Big fat drops. We had a beautiful morning though. Candy and I biked from Franklin to Oil City and the gazebo at the end of the trail. This is the first she has been out and exerting herself since she got the Lyme's.
My hand is more swollen today - up into my wrist now, but it is a bit less itchy. I'm figuring it will start to improve tomorrow. I'm trying to ignore it and just do what I would normally do. Yesterday Dave and I went to a birthday party for the grandson of one of his cousins down in Pittsburgh. I kept ice on the hand the whole day and was glad I did. It was so damnably itchy I had to freeze the itch out of it. It was cute at the birthday party. They had invited other people who had babies around the same age - one year old. It was fun to see them all playing with and trying out the big pile of new toys in the middle of the circle of grownups.
I started to paint a window that Dave wants to put in The Barn. It was an old window we found in one of Jules' sheds. It used to be a storm window for dad's back porch, back in the days when there was a back porch over there. The shed it was in is going bad - the roof caved in. Dave and I sorted through the wreckage to see if there might be a window Dave could use for our shed and found only one that wasn't too rotten. Dave re-glazed it before I painted it. I like the idea that we can use a bit of the old in the new building. Dad would appreciate that too.
I am on the next to the last day of my 5 year diary. There have been very few times I missed writing in it at bedtime in the last 5 years. I'm proud of myself for that. I already have another diary bought and ready to move into. If I do nothing else each day to keep track of my life I want to continue to do that. I enjoy reading over what I was doing the year before on a certain day, or the year or years before that.
Dinner plans. Dave made a venison roast in the crock pot - smells so good. But I don't eat meat so what about me? I think I will make a casserole tonight similar to the tomato pie recipe, but without the crust. Yeah. I might crumple Ritz crackers over the top in place of the crust.
It just now started raining. Big fat drops. We had a beautiful morning though. Candy and I biked from Franklin to Oil City and the gazebo at the end of the trail. This is the first she has been out and exerting herself since she got the Lyme's.
My hand is more swollen today - up into my wrist now, but it is a bit less itchy. I'm figuring it will start to improve tomorrow. I'm trying to ignore it and just do what I would normally do. Yesterday Dave and I went to a birthday party for the grandson of one of his cousins down in Pittsburgh. I kept ice on the hand the whole day and was glad I did. It was so damnably itchy I had to freeze the itch out of it. It was cute at the birthday party. They had invited other people who had babies around the same age - one year old. It was fun to see them all playing with and trying out the big pile of new toys in the middle of the circle of grownups.
I started to paint a window that Dave wants to put in The Barn. It was an old window we found in one of Jules' sheds. It used to be a storm window for dad's back porch, back in the days when there was a back porch over there. The shed it was in is going bad - the roof caved in. Dave and I sorted through the wreckage to see if there might be a window Dave could use for our shed and found only one that wasn't too rotten. Dave re-glazed it before I painted it. I like the idea that we can use a bit of the old in the new building. Dad would appreciate that too.
I am on the next to the last day of my 5 year diary. There have been very few times I missed writing in it at bedtime in the last 5 years. I'm proud of myself for that. I already have another diary bought and ready to move into. If I do nothing else each day to keep track of my life I want to continue to do that. I enjoy reading over what I was doing the year before on a certain day, or the year or years before that.
Dinner plans. Dave made a venison roast in the crock pot - smells so good. But I don't eat meat so what about me? I think I will make a casserole tonight similar to the tomato pie recipe, but without the crust. Yeah. I might crumple Ritz crackers over the top in place of the crust.