Yesterday was the 38th anniversary of my marriage to my first husband. I can only imagine how much resentment I would have inside of me if we were still married. I still have resentments against him even though we divorced in 1991, and I want to meet him in person and tell him what an ass he was and how he hurt me and I can't believe he actually did that and blah blah blah. I know it's a useless and futile fantasy, but still, a girl can dream.
I just recently celebrated 21 years of marriage to my latest husband, and I say "latest" as joke. I sometimes wonder how much longer this one will last. That's not a joke.
Anyway, I have been making yarn. Lots of yarn. Dyeing wool lots of brilliant colors and spinning it into 1, 2, and 3 ply yarns.
I also won a couple of ribbons at the county fair.
Well, I went to the wedding reception this evening and it was just as uncomfortable as I expected - but it wasn't embarrassing. I mean, it was small and nicely done and not too tacky and it looked as though people were having a good time. Or what passes for a good time in Monkey City.
This upcoming week seems like way too much, but then there is the next week with the teaching and the classes. Any day that I wake up and there is not a meeting or a doctor's appointment, I wake up relieved and happy.
Since I took this picture a couple of weeks ago, the fence has been removed.
Bunny Booboo is now the neighborhood bunny, but as far as I know, I am the only person that feeds her bananas. Her range has increased to 10 or so houses and she crosses streets to get there. She is very leery, though, of cars and trucks so my fingers are crossed for her. She's 2.5 years old.
I've begun walking morning and evening, after the usual dog walk - maybe a half mile, maybe more. I see Booboo some mornings but most evenings and I take a banana for her.
I have also begun taking photos on my walks and I will post them to backroadsandbywaysofmontgomerycounty.blogspot.com soon.
I had a friend from my costume shop who was very good at pleating yards of fabric to fit a small waist. We told her she should set up shop next to the "I can guess your weight" and the "I can guess your age" booths at 6 Flags Over Georgia. "I can guess your pleat depth."
Me? I am fairly good at guessing music, a la Name That Tune, but I'm better at some eras and genres than others. All this to say that I have been watching episodes of House, all 8 seasons now on Netflix, and they sometimes use bits of nice music to set or enhance a mood. In the last episode of season 1, I heard a bit of old time blues - and I knew at once that it was Blind Willie McTell. But I wanted proof. Here's the song.