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May. 12th, 2009 12:47 pmI just untangled Spot from his self-inflicted prison outside, otherwise known as Leash in a Maze-Like Pattern In and Out of Flowerpots and Around the Porch Post. For like the fifth time today.
I made bread this morning. I did it in rolls instead of loaves because I have a hankering for egg salad on a roll. I realise that there is NO difference in flavour and it's just psychological. But I want my egg salad on a roll. At the moment I'm making soup for lunch because Mr Baldwin is longing yet for soft food that will not irritate his so-slowly-healing mouth. It has lentils, leftover spaghetti sauce, celery, and onion powder in it so far. I may throw some cooked rice in toward the end, also leftover.
And I finished skirt 1 of 2 for Beth Mason at church who has lost weight and needed them taken in at the sides. It was a fascinating process because it had POCKETS. I've never put in a pocket, let alone had to take one OUT and put it back IN. The pockets don't look quite the same as when she gave it to me, but it did manage to remain neat and tidy looking.
I also got asked to be assistant chorister at church this morning at 7.36 a.m. Aside from wondering who on earth calls someone else at that hour of the morning, generally speaking, I felt a bit of confusion just because it reminds me that at this church you don't really volunteer yourself. You're assigned.
Up at Dan's church, I guess because there were so few people, everyone just did, job or not. I helped lead the singing almost every week... there's no way at this church I could just prance up the podium and join in whenever I felt like it. They're much, much more formal about such things. It's kind of strange. Oh well. I told her I would do it. As usual, this particular lady was of few words and I have no clue as to whom I will be assisting or when I'm to begin. Quite insane.
I went antique alphabet block hunting this morning at one of the antique shops. I'm so annoyed that I didn't buy the blocks when they had a bucket of them a couple months ago. Because they do not have them now. They had a set of new ones, but I want old ones. Maybe the other shop will have them. They were closed. My friend Laura had a picture taken with antique blocks spelling her baby's name that reminded me... and now I am on a quest. What else is new.
I made bread this morning. I did it in rolls instead of loaves because I have a hankering for egg salad on a roll. I realise that there is NO difference in flavour and it's just psychological. But I want my egg salad on a roll. At the moment I'm making soup for lunch because Mr Baldwin is longing yet for soft food that will not irritate his so-slowly-healing mouth. It has lentils, leftover spaghetti sauce, celery, and onion powder in it so far. I may throw some cooked rice in toward the end, also leftover.
And I finished skirt 1 of 2 for Beth Mason at church who has lost weight and needed them taken in at the sides. It was a fascinating process because it had POCKETS. I've never put in a pocket, let alone had to take one OUT and put it back IN. The pockets don't look quite the same as when she gave it to me, but it did manage to remain neat and tidy looking.
I also got asked to be assistant chorister at church this morning at 7.36 a.m. Aside from wondering who on earth calls someone else at that hour of the morning, generally speaking, I felt a bit of confusion just because it reminds me that at this church you don't really volunteer yourself. You're assigned.
Up at Dan's church, I guess because there were so few people, everyone just did, job or not. I helped lead the singing almost every week... there's no way at this church I could just prance up the podium and join in whenever I felt like it. They're much, much more formal about such things. It's kind of strange. Oh well. I told her I would do it. As usual, this particular lady was of few words and I have no clue as to whom I will be assisting or when I'm to begin. Quite insane.
I went antique alphabet block hunting this morning at one of the antique shops. I'm so annoyed that I didn't buy the blocks when they had a bucket of them a couple months ago. Because they do not have them now. They had a set of new ones, but I want old ones. Maybe the other shop will have them. They were closed. My friend Laura had a picture taken with antique blocks spelling her baby's name that reminded me... and now I am on a quest. What else is new.
