Happens every week, doesn't it? I'm still holding on to my fantasy of being free of any obligations except laundry and ironing on Mondays. I was yammering on about this to my dear husband a couple of hours ago. He glanced down at the dog and said, "Well, Zoe, looks like we won't be eating much on Mondays, huh?"
"Oh, don't worry, I'll have all meals for Mondays made ahead of time," I assured him.
"Gosh," he said, "Doesn't that all sound a little bit . . . "
"Impossible?" I supplied.
Well, it's my fantasy, and I'm sticking with it.
What would I do with my Mondays in between switching loads of laundry in washer and dryer? Probably spend the time in my quilt studio. Or sprawled on the couch reading. Nah, most likely quilting, I think.
Tonight, after dinner, I'll get all the ironing done while watching Dancing with the Stars. (Yup, I'm hooked and can't miss a show. I think it's because I can't dance for beans [picture someone taking the step right AFTER the beat . . . that's me] and do so admire anyone that can. The pros are SO in shape and have SUCH body control!)
Our weather continues to be colder than normal for this time of year, very gray and wet. We have no snow cover (currently) but seems if it's not raining, it's fogging, or sleeting, or just being generally bone-chilling damp and gray.
Perfect weather for a pumpkin pie! Even though over the weekend Roy requested an apple pie, I went the pumpkin route this morning. (Don't feel sorry for him. He'll get his this week, I'm sure.)
This spring I planned to grow pumpkins for which to supply us with our own pumpkin for winter pies, cookies, bars, cake, etc. "The best laid plans of mice and men . . . " strikes again. Lost all of our started pumpkin plants and then the seeds I (foolishly) put in after that. Next year. That's the ever and always motto of all gardeners.
Even though I love making, baking and eating pies, I'm not overly fond of actually making the pie crust. That's why I spend a couple of hours now and then making up a big batch of them and plopping them in the freezer. Then it's just a matter of pulling out one or two balls, letting them defrost on the counter and rolling out. So simple as compared to starting from scratch with crust making every time a pie is desired.
Well, I could post a picture of our clean underwear all folded and put away to prove that the laundry is done for another week, but somehow that just doesn't seem proper for a blog post. You'll have to take my word for it, I guess.
Oh. Our construction project? It's been raining since the ditch was dug. Isn't that what always happens when you make a big hole in the ground?