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Did you see Jim and our florist sitting together during church? Yep.
And when I talked with them afterward, they seemed relaxed and happy. Amazing.
Our soup yesterday at Anne and Becky’s house was wonderful. Seriously delicious.
And crusty bread from Shadeau. With butter. And salad. And little chocolate/graham cracker bars for dessert.
I have all the recipes.
And coffee. We had a very nice time.
I hope the bees are okay out there.
But you know, Reader, once the days start getting longer again (on December 21st), activity in the hive incrementally speeds up.
Even though we can’t see it happening.
Which, for some reason, fills me with hope for all things.

Things I’m not good at or don’t know a thing about or have avoided my whole life and will now attempt or learn about or face:

Learn about Lady Gaga by listening to her music. It’s ridiculous that I can’t converse about her.
Build some things using an actual table saw.
More importantly, build some things that require math and angles. I hate fractions. Oh, God.
Write a business plan.
Cook and eat something tofu based.
Attend a service at a mosque.
Attend a service at a pentecostal church.
Buy season tickets to the Playhouse in the Park or some other local theater. I don’t want to do this (but Deb does).
Attend the opera.
TBA

UPDATE 7/15/10

I have a tomato growing. It’s so microscopic, though, that you can’t actually discern it in the pictures I took on my iPhone. It’s pea sized.
When my current contract expires, I may get the new iPhone 4G just for the better camera.
I have several blooms on the tomato plants I transplanted from my window boxes.
I love tomatoes.
Yes, I’m feeling better this morning. Thanks.
And my knee is better, too. After X-rays and an MRI, it has been determined that my knee is simply worn out. It’ll probably eventually be replaced, but for now, it’s in Deb’s hands.
Speaking of bodies, I got officially sized for a bra at Nordstroms. That was an experience.
I simply presented myself to the ladies there. When it was all over, they said I was the easiest customer they’d ever had. All I said the whole time was “Okay.”
Except when I said, “Are you kidding me?!”
Do you think Deb would notice if I become a full-time beekeeper?

First tomato 2010

I’ve been paying our bills (which will make Deb very very happy); but midway through, I ran out of checks. I went upstairs to the drawer where we keep the checks, but…all out. Deb must have taken the last bunch (she says I always accuse her of taking the last of the whatever without telling me, but I know she did it this time).
So, I came back downstairs, and on an index card with a big fat Sharpie, I wrote a sweet note for Deb: “CHECKS?!“
I went to get the mail. In the mailbox was the box of checks from the check-printing people. I came back in and tore up the index card and finished paying our bills.
I’ve taken to drinking my water and my iced tea and my diet Coke with a wedge of lemon or lime and a sprig of mint.
I buy the mint at Turner Farms. I walk into that little shed, and there’s a pretty bunch of mint all tied up nicely and in a vase of cool water. Who wouldn’t want that?!
I didn’t know fireflies flew around and lit up all night long, but they do.
I went outside at 3:00 AM this morning to check out the yowling and yowling and yowling from Henry. He’s been having it out with some other cat (who, incidentally, entered our house through the doggie door the previous night. Deb broke that one up).
And there—in the most beautifully black night, against the black black woods—were fireflies quietly lighting up.
I was spellbound.
There was other stuff I wanted to tell you, but now I can’t remember it.