...crammed-full of wonderful plans.
...lazy weekends not-so-full of plans.
...involving coffee. Lots of coffee. Coffee with friends.
...which afford me leisure reading.
...in the winter when I can stay inside, wear my jammies, watch White Christmas, and drink an amazing (as in if the Guinness Book of World Records only had a clue as too how much cocoa I consumed, I would get "Honorable Mention" atleast) amount of dark chocolate hot chocolate.
...in the fall that include trips to the apple orchard. Of course, I have this ridiculous "rule" or shall I say quasi-rule. My rule is - I don't go to the orchard unless it's chilly. Chilly as in cooler than 70 degrees. Preferably in the 60's thus affording me the opportunity to don my jeans and a hoodie. That outfit - right there - is my ultimate fall outfit. Jeans and a hoodie. Does it get any better than that? "I think not", I answered myself inside my head - but in a voice inside my head so I felt the need to quote myself inside myself. :)
This weekend was one of those 2nd on the list type weekends. Lazy weekend not-so-full of plans. Here's how it went down...
Friday night - Remember the moth from my whole confession post about having a fear of moths? {True story - right before I sat down to blog, I saw a reddish/brownish spider creeping along my floor. I didn't scream. I didn't have a conniption fit. I picked up a tissue and squish. Bye-bye spider. I don't like spiders but they don't cause me bouts of hysteria like moths. Weird, huh?} Ok - so the moth. Friday morning - sorry, I have to tell you this part of the story because it's so ridiculous. Friday morning at 7:25, I notice that my neighbor is about to leave for work. He works for a pest control place in town. And when I say, "I noticed him leaving for work" - I was waiting at the window. Waiting and watching for him to exit the big house. This is how creeped out I am of moths. I was a stalker of the pest control dude. Seriously - I need help! Any-whoooo......I see that he's leaving so I meet him the driveway and say, "Hi. I have an irrational fear of moths and right now I see this huge moth hanging on to my curtain. Can you please come up and catch it?" Apparently he could tell that I was really creeped out so he said, "Sure." He came up and in his attempt to grab the wretched creature of the night, he managed to wrangle him free from the curtain but then said creature dropped behind my loveseat. My neighbor hunted around and could not find it. He shrugged and said, "They are harmless. I have to go to work." Great. Just great. My only glimmer of hope was - somewhere in the back of my brain, the thought that once you touch a moth, they cannot fly because of the oil from your skin on their wings renders them flightless. Soooo we'll see how strong you are tonight when you meet the (insert JAWS theme music) Dirt Devil vacuum. I managed to get to work on time - barely on time. And what kind of reasonable explanation would I give for my tardiness? Seriously?!?! At any rate - I did arrive at work on time. I explained to my favorite co-worker about the moth and how I planned to kill it. His reply: "First you kill my goldfish...and now you are going to murder a harmless little moth? You need a therapist."
On my way home from work, I determined that instead of being a complete Friday night slacker (I love being a slacker on Friday nights. It's another blessing of being single.) that I would clean the cottage. Clean-clean the cottage not just wipe down and sweep and vacuum and call it "clean" when truth-be-told, "tidy" is a more accurate description. I would move the furniture and sweep and scrub the floor on my hands-n-knees kind of clean.
First things first: I used the extension on my vacuum hose to carefully annihilate the moth. I hope this sends a message to moths worldwide. Don't come flying through my cottage doors lest you will be meeting your maker via the Dirt Devil.
Once the moth was gone, the rest of the evening included a live concert starring me. I never can tell if my evil feline enjoys the concerts or if she just tolerates my singing into the end of the broom while sweeping. Really it's multi-tasking at its finest. Sweeping and singing.
The beauty of a sparkly clean cottage and the removal of the moth, I slept like a baby. It was delightful waking up Saturday morning and feeling fully rested and ready for a fabulous day.
My Saturday began with grocery shopping. I was on a time crunch. I needed to be in and out of the grocery store in 25 minutes. I've only watched one or two episodes of Amazing Race. In my head, I performed the Angie Good Amazing Race on Saturday at Woodman's. Thankfully I was the only competitor. I did arrive at the checkout at the appropriate time. {Normally I used You-Scan. I feel better knowing that I bagged my own veggies and produce...is that OCD or controlling? I don't think so. I think the price of produce causes me to nervously watch as those items are bagged. Me scanning and bagging those items affords me peace of mind. Yeah, it sounds OCD-ish, doesn't it?} Instead of You-Scan, I had to use a normal check-out because I bought 30+ items.
The rest of my Saturday included random events...a visit with Aud & her mom, meeting Lauren at the gym, taking coffee to Gloria, stopping at JoAnn's to figure out the culotte-debacle, and lastly returning home to sew.
The culotte-debacle. Never in my wildest dreams (and / or nightmares) did I envision myself having to sew culottes. NEVER. However, I have the opportunity to be a blessing to Aud and her family by making her school camp clothes. Too be honest, I don't like culottes and for years, I have been mis-spelling the name of the article of clothing. (Sigh.)
Whenever I buy patterns that say "Easy" - I have this notion that sewing said pattern projects will be a piece of cake. If these culottes really are a piece of cake, it must be caked laced-with gobs and gobs of gluten because it's paining me. I don't understand the 3rd and consequently 4th steps. Thankfully my co-worker is a master sewer so I am hoping she can walk me through the steps thus clearing up my culotte confusion.
Sunday was spent learning more about Revelation (which has always confused me) and then a study of a Parable in the Gospel of Luke. I love Parables. Earthly stories with heavenly meanings.
Inbetween both church services, I went to the mall and bought new eye glasses (see the previous post). I must confess - I don't go to the mall especially between Thanksgiving and Christmas and on the weekends. I remembered why today. I'm not saying my mall experience was bad...it was just full of interesting characters.
After I selected frames and the little eyeglass people were going to make my glasses, I meandered down to Barnes and Nobles. I did have 60-90 minutes to wait around for my corrective eyewear. I love bookstores. I picked up three interesting reads and sat down to peruse my stack o'books. The first book was 642 Things to Write. I liked that on the first page, assignment #3 was "Your plant is dying. Tell it why it should live." Hahahahaha. I had an aloe vera plant and my mom told me, "You can't kill an aloe vera." Well...let me just say the aloe vera plant was like the goldfish from house-sitting. Dead. There were other funny and not-so-funny topics to write about. The second book was fictional and looked interesting until I really read the critiques on the inside cover. That was as far as I got. The third book was by-far my favorite. The Single Woman: Life, Love, & A Big of Sass by Mandy Hale.
"It takes guts, bravery, and heart to walk a mile in a single girl's shoes. And sometimes a fabulous pedicure." ~ p. 11
"A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that the next time you feel alone." ~ p. 17
And here it is Sunday night.
The beauty of this week is that there's a couple of pressing things at work but otherwise it should be a semi-normal week. Work, hit the gym, Bible study on Wednesday night, more work and more gym-hitting. Plus BONUS - next weekend is a loooooong weekend. I cannot believe next weekend is Labor Day weekend already. Infact today is August 25th...do you know what that means? The 25th? It means ----> 4 more months 'til Christmas. Wow-zahs!!! This year is flying by so quickly. Soooooo quickly.
Have a fabulous work week!!! Be a blessing. :)
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