So we are enjoying lovely fall weather in the upper midwest. It is almost mid-November. In just four months it'll be spring!!! Sorta. We'll take what we can get. I still can't get my brain wrapped around the fact we changed time. I look very zombie-like by 10. And at 5 or even before, my eyes pop open. I thought falling back and getting the extra hour would make us not so sleepy. Not so for this little lady.
The Chairman is as busy as a beaver in dam-building season. We're thankful for his steady job. Wish it wasn't so crazy at times. But he handles it with finesse. And somehow still makes time for the family too. He's neat like that.
This morning I stopped at that funky grocery store where you pay a quarter to use their cart. Haul in your own reusable bags. And fill your cart with goods that are somewhat cheaper than the typical grocery store. I'm
I have a lot of tuna on hand. There was a deal and so I thought I would get six cans. I need to start using them. I thought of the classic-Minnesota-tuna hotdish. Mira was home alone with me for a time yesterday so I said, 'hey! Would you like to make tuna casserole with me?'. What? TUNA? Then she wrinkled up her pretty little lips to a sneer. Kinda looked like Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes) looked when he was talking about something really gross. Then she said, 'why would I ever want to make something with tuna? YUCK!'. And so we didn't make tuna casserole.
My mom gave me really good, practical advice once that I remember every once in awhile. Like when I have a canker sore. Once when I was a teen at home I asked her, 'how long does a canker sore last?'. Her response was, 'they last until you think they are never going to go away... and then they do'. And so. I think mine is going to go away soon. Hopefully, real soon.
I think this is enough.... for now.