Poison ivy/oak/sumac is the scourge of the Earth. By which I mean, I have it. AGAIN. This is what I get for daring to weedeat in shorts when it’s 90 degrees outside. :headdesk: I’ve got Ivarest but of course it still takes at least a week to heal up and I’m itching like crazy in the meantime because that’s ALL you can think about when you’re trying not to think about it. :itch itch itch: I am told they do not have this plague in Britain. I’m thinking this is an excellent reason to add to the list of why I want to move there.
Yesterday was our big shopping trip to find a new entertainment console. After hubs checked the measurements of the receiver again, he realized that for the last year while we’ve been looking, he had the depth confused with the width, so we had rejected several perfectly good ones thinking they weren’t deep enough. The good news about that was that we wound up being able to buy the one my mom had found that’s got this gorgeous sort of tiger’s eye wood. It’s actually a buffet, but it’s a lovely real wood piece that we will be able to use for years.
While we were up there, we picked up a rug from my mom, helped her do a few things, and swung by Sam’s Club for a big bulk shopping trip in support of my recent obsession with freezer meals. I decided that making up a month’s worth of meals would be just the thing for the two weeks on either side of the move to give me ample time to get the new house set up and this one packed up (would also be great for busy writers, hint hint). I went kinda nuts on Pinterest the other day, looking for recipes and tips and such. I’ve got to do a major reorganization of our freezer today to accommodate. In any event, the whole day took a lot longer than I’d expected (SO MANY OBLIVIOUS PEOPLE–this is why I don’t like shopping), so I didn’t get any writing done yesterday because I putzed around all morning watching HGTV and the Travel Channel.
It wasn’t a bad week writing-wise, though. I ended up with 624 on Wednesday, 360 on Thursday, and 776 on Friday. I’m closing in on the midpoint scene. There have been a fair amount of bracketed chunks where I’m just not quite sure how to present some stuff yet, but I’d rather do that and keep moving forward. I can fill them in on the next pass or when something better occurs to me.
Daisy and Callie had a great day out at the grandparents yesterday (yes, we are those people–the dogs are considered grandkids in our family). Grandpa put Daisy in a wheelbarrow and took her to her FAVORITE place–The Playground (otherwise known as the front section of their 6 acres which is her favorite place to run up and down the fence line and bark at stuff). She thought that was AWESOME, so we have decided next weekend to pull Allen’s old wagon down from the barn out there and clean it up. If it’s still viable, we can put a pillow or something in the bottom and start going for walks again, which would make EVERYONE happy. Callie is a naturally very lazy dog, and since we haven’t had any proper walks since Daisy had her FCE (other than a handful of isolated ones), she’s getting a little tubby. So are her mom and dad. So we’ll get the wagon fixed and cleaned up and get back to our evening walks before dinner.
I’m getting ready to get back on the food blogger wagon. Not my full 3 posts a week schedule yet, but at least A post a week. I’ve been missing it. I’m thinking this week, I’m going to do crock pot pulled pork. In a few minutes, I need to go put the rub on the pork shoulder I bought, and rewrap it so it can marinate overnight. I’ll start it tomorrow probably…beginning on the grill in the morning during my workout and finishing off in the crock pot the rest of the day. Which is, of course, the best part of crock pot cooking. Fix it and forget it.