Ok, the decision is made, Richie and son are coming down tomorrow and we’ll drive home Monday. Partly I want to go back so that I can come back here. It’s an absolutely gorgeous part of NJ, and civilization is so near, but most of all Crusie is here. And comparatively speaking it’s so close. I get overwhelmed, I can jump in a car and come visit.
I’m definitely coming back in December (unless she’s gone most of the month). And back in January. We’ve got to figure out how we’re going to make the great furniture trek from Ohio, but we’ll figure that out. In the meantime, we’ve worked out a schedule at night, after work is done, where we watch tv and she crochets and I do some hand quilting and drink tea and we’re very cozy. And when the tv arrives things should be even better.
I may need to go get that ornament arrangement, naughty girl that I am. Except there’s no money for fripperies, and that’s pretty damned frippery.
Today I work, Jenny takes care of business, and we wait for the tv. I just remembered they took it off a wall — we may need to find some kind of tv stand for it. But we’ll work it out.
In the meantime, I’m heading back to work. Still not really taking charge of my eating, and I need to focus on more veggies. When I come back I’ll be more in the right mode.
But I’m still in normal sizes. XL, of course, but not plus sizes. Not that I need to buy a damned thing, with all the stuff Crusie gave me, but it’s still a treat.
Tonight we’re going to try to make healthier morning glory muffins (which they call Glorious Morning muffins down here). And Jenny bought mini-Madeleine pans which are so damned cute that we have to make madeleines, but as I told her, we have no excuse for it. We’re not Proust. But damn, madeleines are tasty.
So all is well today at Casa de Rental. I can’t wait to get home, I can’t wait to get back here. (Assuming I don’t drive Jenny crazy — she was about to cut my throat because I wouldn’t stop singing “Summertime.” And everytime we stop at Kathy’s Diner in Fredon (which is far too often) I have to resist from bursting into “Hail, hail Fredonia” from “Duck Soup.”
OK, enough is enough. Gotta get to work. Got things to do, worlds to conquer. I’m ready to rumble.