Yesterday, I did two things I like to do when I have free time and I realize that my free time is sliding through the hourglass. I visited an antique mall and I went to a movie. The antique booths are always fascinating. I kept trying to shake off the dark little voice that likes to say, "You should buy that! It won't be here when you come back AND you don't ever come back!" I heard the little voice when I looked at a child's table and chair, four Dansk bowls, five hand knit Nordic sweaters, a very old and charming book stand, and a worn book or two. Purchases: none. Why? I needed money for the movie and a big bag of popcorn. The movie? Ramona and Beezus. Oh, Beverly Cleary, I love your way with words and the manner in which you tell stories. Hollywood displayed your tales okay, but they are no match for you.I did think the cast was strong (except for the dad) and the sets were pretty. The little Quimby bungalow looked ultra homey and I like homey.
I have a real crabby feeling in my stomach and I'm not completely sure why. I think I had better keep my crabby self away from others. I'll try not to pop a hole in your happy balloon!
We have six travelers stopping here to sleep tomorrow night and when I was looking around for "tidy spots" in the house this morning, I realized that a cleaning day is in order.
My plan: 1. Jump on the exercise bike and listen to soft piano music while I peddle 2. Actually work with my hair a bit today instead of letting it dry all wacky so that every time I look in the mirror I don't sigh 3. Sit out in the sun for a while and smell, hear and FEEL summer. Do you think this might chase the crabs away?