My bed was so deliciously perfect in all regards this morning that I just laid there for at least twenty minutes after I woke up and luxuriated in the contrasting warmth beneath the duck and the sweet cold air coming in the window above my head. I don't think I turned over all night long. Jack wasn't even there to disturb me as far as I know, probably because of that open window. If he'd just get under the covers but no...
I did get up eventually. I mean- such a big day planned! Bagel-making and the opening of the My G-Word Soul Boutique! Shall we start calling it the MGWSB? Perhaps.
I started the bagels, following Rebecca's recipe. I decided to halve the recipe because six bagels would be a more appropriate amount to make than a dozen for a first try. And of course, there's only me here right now. It was a wise decision because there is definitely going to be a learning curve in this baking pursuit. All of the basics came together pretty well but I think that I may have put a little too much flour in the dough, preventing a superior rise. Also, I made the holes too big which flattened them out, too.
Next time I'll do better.
But the good news is is that they are delicious and that's the truth.
You get the picture.
There was one Indian print bedspread that I really considered buying but I was not fond of the pattern or colors. So, no.
A guy came in who recognized me. "Are you Hank's mama?"
This is how I am identified frequently.
We chatted for awhile. He's a sweetie.
After I made my tiny purchase, I walked home under the oaks and my neighbor's sasangua. Another incredibly beautiful day. I've had all of the doors open to let in the good clear air, to invite the outside in. I do love these days when I can do that. I am lucky to live in a place where that's possible.
My sweetheart is actually on his way home. They are staying in North Dakota tonight. Our anniversary is on Tuesday and perhaps he will be home in time for a martini and some kissing. Thirty-eight years this year.
We are coming up on the time of year we met for real and began a whirlwind romance. A little less than a year later we were married, a year from that we had a one-month old baby girl named Lillian Rose Moon and he had already built a business to support our family and in many ways, the whirlwind has never ended.
And may I say (blushingly) that the honeymoon hasn't either.
Any answers will be greatly appreciated."