I got up at 8, which was
pretty good since I stayed up 'till after midnight to play the
Rubik's ball game. I had fond memories of playing it with Michele.
That couldn't have been more than 10 years ago and yet the
configurations seemed new. I started my day with swishing but then I
ate some leftover pumpkin seeds which threw the pre-breakfast
supplements off. I tried to price memory cards online but could not
find any for the old computer. I checked e-mail. There was one
explaining that citric acid is usually made by growing a GM mold on
GM corn sugar. And there was one from a neighbor who wants me to
hire another neighbor by the hour to do all the yard work at the
house in Pinehurst. So the voice in my head started up with all the
reasons this was a bad idea and I should tell them so. I tried to do
my exercises, but the voice kept hijacking my thoughts and driving me
nuts. Finally I wrote a nicely-worded e-mail thanking them but
saying we couldn't afford yard work right now. Then, as I exercised
the voice was telling me I should have written it differently, added
this, subtracted that, etc. Grr. When the exercises were done, I
turned to juicing. Trying to separate veggies between a salad and
juice kept stonewalling me. It just shouldn't have been that hard, but I messed with the schedule and that confused everything.
So I fixed the salad first, and then juiced what was left. The salad
needed color in the center and all I could find was half a lemon.
Then I drizzled olive oil on it and added pumpkin seeds. I wrapped
it in plastic and realized it was bigger than I intended. Then I put
a turkey burger in a small container to bring along. I took a shower
and dressed. I hunted up some yarn and a hook. What I found was the
beginning of a crocheted scarf from a year or two ago. I looked up
the weather and changed to a long-sleeved shirt. I got in Chris' car
and drove towards Harvest. But when I got to University, there was
an accident. I called Terry to find an alternate route to her house.
She said to take the highway past JoAnns. So I did that. Going
down University was much easier than Drake and Jordan because the
lights were in sync. Then being on the highway was good, too because
of the lack of traffic lights. I reached her house with no problem
but stalled in the driveway. I did not relish the drive home. She had the table set on the glassed-in
porch, and her mother was seated at the table in a wheelchair. The
food was ready, so Terry said the prayer and then we ate. I tried
her pickled okra and found it went really well with my turkey burger.
She made me some hot tomato juice with celery and it was good, too.
We had a good time chatting. After lunch, her husband showed me
their rainwater collection system. Impressive. Then we went into the living room
to visit. Chris called to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. They told
me about their house, and I told them about mine. She showed me her
sewing room and some of her quilts. About 5:30 I got up to go. She
offered to drive me home and I couldn't resist her generous proposal.
Her husband needed a few minutes, so she let me play her electric
piano. Then she took her mother back to the home and her husband
drove me home in Chris' car. He drove better than I could have. We
discussed the finer points of driving stick shift. She came by my
house to pick him up. Then I called Dad to wish him a Happy
Thanksgiving. I ate the rest of my salad while reading e-mail and
then Chris skyped me. After the call, I was supposed to write to my
blog and go to bed, but somehow the Rubik's ball game came back up and I executed
a few more rounds. Go me!
* Terry's quilt looks even better than in the picture. *
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