Blue Monday. Since I was having Harney and Sons Yellow and Blue Tea this morning. It’s a lovely blend of Chamomile and Lavender with Cornflowers. It’s caffeine free and very calming. And since I am seeing my therapist in a couple of hours I needed calm.
Not so much from the visit, it’s the people in the waiting room. They seem to want to talk before they go in. A warm up I guess of what they are paying someone to hear them talk about.
The weather is still weird. Shorts one day and all the clothes you own the next. But none of the dreaded snow they keep predicting. We just had the one day of snow. If you blinked you missed it.
The stress of waiting for Tommy’s surgery is making me a bit snippy. I was outside yesterday when a neighbor commented that she loved the Menorah in my window. And then she said, ‘ I didn’t know you were Jewish.’ To which I said,” Well deep down and going all the way back, aren’t we all really?” I’m fairly sure she won’t talk to me again. Sarcasm is running rampant. And it isn’t even a menorah. It’s a candelabra set a friend gave us and it is beautiful and blue and was made by the company that originally made toilets. During the big war they didn’t have as much demand for those so until the war was over they made beautiful oval commode bowls and these double candle holders.
So I have to go cook now. Tommy can barely walk and this is seriously impacting my food delivery system. And my grocery shopping. I did cook a turkey Friday. I didn’t actually touch it or anything. I went and found my neighbor and he pulled out the icky bits and all I had to do was put in the oven. I wasn’t sure about the ‘neck’. I almost threw up when that came out. But Tommy was impressed and ate it and isn’t dead, so now I’m a gourmet cook.
Monday Love! xx P