The next post is the wedding post.
It was reasonably early when I got to bed. I woke before 6:30 and, even though I would have loved going back to sleep, I needed to get up and start on Getting Things Done.
I did all of my exercises. I cut the NT and HR short and my pushup only lasted for 41 seconds but everything else was there and maybe even more so. I’d lose count watching stuff I’d recorded and do some extra to make sure.
100% Raw Food
21 ozzies OJ
36 ozzies banana/mango/spinach smoothie
Stuff I ate at the wedding—and no, I’m not going to count myself not raw because of the piece of bread I could fit under my fingernail
5 bananas blended with water
I hurried and washed clothes, getting two loads out on the line and leaving the third in the washer. I knew I was completely safe from their being rained on because we have entered the Desert Age.
It was shower time and I was dressed and out the door just about when I’d planned. I’d printed off Google directions and they were a little confusing because roads don’t stay named the same all along. I had to stop and get directions even with directions.
My friend wanted to stand on the porch and fix her blouse but I urged her to come on. She minded me, for a wonder, and we got underway.
We sat in the row in front of a couple I’d parked next to. When I opened my door, it swung wide because I was parked down a hill, and it dinged their van. I told them and they shrugged and said, “Another ding. Big deal.” It looked pretty good to me and I told them my insurance would cover getting it fixed but the man said, “Only if it’s a dent the size of Texas.” I said it was more like Rhode Island but they still said no bother. Okay.
There were lots of people we knew at the wedding. One of the young ladies was buttering up the bride’s mother and said she didn’t recognize her because she looked so much younger. I asked her if she were studying to be a diplomat and she said someone told her she should be a lawyer. Then she looked at my friend and asked me, “And is this your mother?” Well, that shot that theory down. She tried to dig herself out of a deep hole by saying, “Well, maybe you could be sisters.” You might as well stop right now, honey.
I’d spoken to a person who used to work for me and I could tell she didn’t know who I was. Later, she stopped me and said she hadn’t recognized me because I’d lost so much weight. I didn’t share my secret. I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut unless asked. And even then, people usually don’t really want to know. They want to take a pill or go on a diet that will let them shed 20 lubs in a week and never gain it back. Ha!
I saw a woman who went to school with my sister. They graduated from a small private boarding school the same year.
As I said in the following post, we didn’t stay for the going away. We went away, ourselves.
I was about starved when I got home. I’d thought there would be more to eat than there was. It was all those durn secret raw foodists.
My DD and merm got home from the Great Northwest so I called her and we talked while I drank my banana mylk and got the things off the line.
I wanted to have a salad but it was too late by the time I would have gotten a round tuit.
So…I haven’t gotten much done. This is the only day of the week I can really get a lot accomplished but it was pleasant, overall.
It was good to see my friend for the first time in months. She is skinny as a rail. There were some red bell peppers growing in a patch of weeds so she got me a couple and I gave her some bathroom scales and a toaster I’d intended to put in the sale for the school and missed it twice. She was thrilled with both of them. The numbers on the scale are enormous and the toaster is red and that’s the color she plans to have as a dominant theme in her apartment. Guess the Lord used my talent for procrastinating for good this time.
Well, folks, it’s been a busy day and I’m ready to call it quits. My bed is made and the sheets had a good long time in the sun. They should smell great.
I’m going to bed. Good night!