Beautiful Sunday

It's a perfect day.
Now that I have a smart phone, I can simply take a picture of my husband enjoying one of his magic books outside and email it to myself. No more hunting for a USB cable for a camera, or plugging in an SD card. Voila.

From now on, I've decided to think twice before posting some silly image from the interwebs, too. Well, until I cave on that...another epiphany from the smart phone world: my phone's gallery, which is a built in app, contains ALL my google-related pictures--anything I've posted on one of my blogs or facebook or whatnot, it's there. And when I started to delete some of them (cuz I don't need ALL my pictures on my phone), guess what? I also deleted them from my blog entries. And since we got a new computer earlier this year, there were some pictures that are not on our back-up stick. . So--they are lost. Slipped through the cracks.  Not many. Live and learn.

Last night's movie was Florence Foster Jenkins, starring Meryl Streep and Hugh Grant. It was excellent. I knew nothing about it before we started watching (Mike picked it), and was delighted that it was serious and poignant as well as funny and improbable. It's a true story, as counterintuitive as that is...

Here I sit, forgetting what I was going to write...this reminds me of that first time we were upgraded to an ocean-front room at that special resort in the Riviera Maya and I just plopped down on the swinging lounger on the patio, a little tipsy from the arrival champagne the staff handed us, and thought, it's all too beautiful. And I just veg out on lovely sunny weightlessness. What have I done today? Some housework, ran an errand, practiced knitting (trying to be patient), read a novel on the couch upstairs, then downstairs, then outside (but not inside out). Onlined--there should be a verb for that time we enjoy/lose/waste doing stuff that involves being connected.

And it's late afternoon on Sunday...almost gin-and-tonic Scrabble time. I enjoy blaming my games on the cocktail. Some of these weekends are fabulous.

Mike will be flying to Bangalore, India in just a couple weeks. One week left in June. Tempest fugit, indeed.

This just in: it's okay that I don't know what frim fram sauce with oss and fay and shifafa on the side is. It's just silly lyrics. Aren't you glad I looked that up?

Whatchaupto?

Happiness Is...

"And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is."


--Kurt Vonnegut
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It's a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, some breeze, warm but not oppressive...




Happiness is getting the night deposits done before opening time.




Happiness is a little alone time in the drive-thru




Happiness is finally catching on to the seed stitch. And a new hobby.




Happiness is the ability to get up at 5:30am, drink a cup of coffee, and jog three miles before work.




Happiness is being injury and cold-free.




Happiness is expecting fun stuff in the mail.


Happiness is the very first day of summer! The sun is out there spreading happiness, even if we're not going to the beach.


Whatchaupto?

Jubilee

It does happen to be Jubilee Day here, but I'm not going. It makes a nice title for today's installment and is also very temporally descriptive.

So, what has happened in the past month? I'll start typing, order doesn't count...

Mike's mother was in the hospital with an ailment that has not been definitively diagnosed, but she's been discharged with several medications that are treating her symptoms. Her symptoms were very scary; she seemed to be out of her mind. An MRI ruled out a stroke, but there was blood in her spinal fluid (poor MIL had two spinal taps). We will see them this weekend, and see how things are going. It might be best if Mike's parents move closer to us, since they both have health conditions that will eventually make them seem too isolated out there in Annville.

In other news, Mike is definitely going to Bangalore in about three weeks to help train the people who will be taking care of his creation and taking his job. He will be there for two weeks, with that middle weekend off, and I hope he can do some sightseeing. It's a lengthy period, to be all alone on the other side of the world.

In a little less than a month, my bank's hours will be shortened and so we'll all be working pretty much the same hours. Change is afoot in more than one way, and all I need to do is roll with it, hoping to stay employed full time for about five or six more years. Our present staff will change, too: one of our long time tellers is at a point where she really needs to move on, and another plans to move out of the area sometime this fall. (And another wants to go part time, but that's no longer on offer, so she'll probably stick around and be unreliable and annoying. And our last part timer will continue to call off and ride the skinny line that separates her from being fired. But enough drama, it makes me feel petty.)

My current obsession is knitting. After hours of watching YouTube videos, reading my how to book, and practice, I can finally cast on, knit, purl, and cast off. Not well. Slow as molasses, plodding. It would be nice to have some talent, but then--it wouldn't be as epic. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this knitting thing, and yes, I did choose the hottest time of year to do it. That was random, but that is the nature of inspiration and motivation. Learning to knit was something I'd always wanted to learn, and I've learned that it is not outside the realm of possibilities.



I should put so much time into Spanish.

There is enough national news to make my head explode. So, instead of hurting my head, I'll go for my morning jog. Soon, I will not have any of these later-start days...

Happy Thursday, have a gentle one...whatchaupto?