It’s not easy being me, but it is reasonably entertaining.
That is a favorite saying of mine (one which I made up myself, I add, because I feel rather pleased with it). I do not know if this week’s Wrist to Forehead Sunday post will properly illustrate it, but I can only try. It is after 6 p.m., late in the day for me, at least on a Sunday. It has been a stultifyingly hot and humid day (oh, stop playing that miniature violin; heat is a legitimate problem for me). I have not gotten done all I had hoped. OK, I have gotten done very little of what I had hoped. Why DO I get my hopes up? It is very silly of me.
Where was I? Ah yes, Wrist to Forehead Sunday, the day on which I feel inclined to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on the chaise lounge which I hope one day will grace my house. In the meantime, a couch or bed will have to do.
I went for a run this morning (I believe I mentioned it in my Saturday post, which I made late) (why do I insist on calling attention to my numerous late posts?). I have done an unusual two loads of laundry, one clothes, one towels. I went grocery shopping. I went to the liquor (I guess I ought not count that under the heading of Useful Things). I tried to make guacamole (that might be worth a whole blog post). I chopped celery and radishes, made a salad, and fixed tomorrow’s lunch. I washed the dishes I dirtied in doing so.
Well, all of that does not sound reasonably entertaining, even to me. But here is a question: why did autocorrect change “chopped” to “stopped”? Chopped is definitely a word. Why would anybody stop celery and radishes? Points to ponder.
In the meantime, I see I am over 300 words. Reasonably entertaining words? I can only hope. I cordially invite you all to tune in tomorrow, when I hope to make a Pre-Rehearsal Post. All Love’s Labour’s Lost All The Time, remember?
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