I’m not talking about it. There are plenty of places to talk about it, and if we feel the need to talk about it we can. I didn’t even know about it until Mini-me called me, and Alex was here so I didn’t immediately turn on the tv to find out the details. I turned the tv on for a few minutes, saw Obama cry, and then turned it off.
But all that grief and pain can go in a little part of my heart, where I’ll grieve for them. But I also need to bless what I have, treasure it.
I guess I talked about it after all.
Change of subject. That’s me with my hair unbrushed, which I like better. This is me with my hair brushed: Sally likes it better that way. I used some great product in Ohio that made it look great, but we had already left and I had no idea what it was. Need to find some kind of curly hair product (me who had straight hair all my life).
So Alex came over and we made our gingerbread house (photos tomorrow), crescent rolls (he loves them), I basted one quilt and I’ll baste the other today.
Today I finish clearing the downstairs because Sally and Tony are coming over to eat Salmon from Costco and watch A Christmas Story. Gonna bake, and clean, and then try not to be too tired.
OK, no basting today. That’s too much. I can do that in a couple of days.
Today I do need to cook and clean. So that’s my scaled-down plan for the day.