For the holidays, of course. Now that Don’s eyes are both done and healing…..and he is seeing amazingly better….we’re ready to concentrate on Christmas.
As we did last year, we are avoiding the park-wide potluck Christmas dinner. There is something about being crowded into a social hall and waiting, waiting, waiting on line to serve oneself food that seems most un-Christmaslike. Last year I cooked lobsters at home; ditto for this year.
A good friend here is having hip replacement surgery on Monday. I’m trying to decide what to cook for her, although it’s her husband who does most of the cooking. (Ann, you’re the only other woman I know with a husband who cooks!) Still, Walt will be stressed, so something comforting in a crockpot is called for.
I managed to buy zero cookies at the bake sale last weekend, but don’t take that to mean I’ve lost an ounce. Holidays are just fattening. And delicious. And not having high blood sugar, my incentive to avoid sweets is pretty darned low.
Speaking of health, I’m knocking wood as I write this, but blood pressure has been good lately, although the humidity makes it hard to be outdoors for long periods. It’s been unseasonably warm…80s…for this time of year. It’s a joy to sit on the deck in the sunshine, though, so no complaints.
Today will be the first really quiet day I’ve had in far too long. Should I clean house? Well, yes, I should; but I’ve just been to the library, so you know what will probably happen instead. 🙂
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