My husband Art has been on retreat for three days. He's the cook, so I'm eating poorly. Pizza one night, pot pies the other two. I feel guilty about this, so I'm glad he'll be home soon to resume the BBQ and steamed vegetables routine. I'm also noticing my designer cat, Larisa, is hanging out with me more than usual. Right now she's curled up in my inbox. We're having a restful time together.
I blogged earlier this week about my need for a certain amount of face-to-face external stimulation, and there were a surprising number of comments, so I guess it's not unusual. On Thursday I went to an Alanon meeting. I've been in Alanon for years now, and though my usual meeting is on Friday night, I chose a morning meeting. It was lovely to see people I know there who know me. And not on a superficial level. I was welcomed and invited to the regular lunch afterwards. It dawned on me that I don't have to start from scratch to create a post-work retirement network. These people are already in my life. That's a relief!
I'm still procrastinating on my ESL module. I'm making too big a deal of this lesson plan business. I feel guilty when I think about how it's been nearly a month since I've logged into that website. I know I want to do ESL as a volunteer, but my inexperience with lesson plans has frozen me up. Doesn't matter what anyone says about how we all start out a new activity without knowing anything. I'll just have to get over this, whatever "getting over it" looks like.
However, I have spent two sessions on Wii Fit. I'm working on balance, which isn't as good as it was before a bad ankle sprain two years ago. You should see me heading soccer balls and slalom skiing in my living room!
I have a stack of various types of squash on my kitchen counter. Time to get out the old vacuum packing gadget. Our freezer is full of vegetables. It's remarkable how much a 120-square-foot garden can produced. On the other hand, we have about 400 green tomatoes on the vines. I heard somewhere that the Iceland volcano has affected the atmosphere this year. Oh, well, I can always pick them and put them in paper bags indoors. Eventually they'll turn red.
Off to my day of rest.