Miscellany

The weekend was good - I feel like we got a lot done, though honestly most of that was Tim doing homework. I'm not sure I realized how stressed I was about him being stressed about his homework though, because as soon as the last thing (his paper) was turned in, I could see him visibly relax and I could feel myself relax. Talk about borrowing trouble. I really need to work on not being stressed simply because Tim is stressed...because when I get stressed, Tim gets stressed and if he's stressed because I'm stressed that he's stressed...well, we'll probably both be dead in a year.

I did make good progress on my huge project. So that's something.

We also got rid of the treadmill. A friend's church was having a yard sale with proceeds going to missions, so since she said they could come pick it up, Tim and I did a little dance of glee and then promptly moved it down the garage. In fact, we moved it down to the garage a tad faster than we'd originally planned since Tim's grip slipped about the same time I was trying to reposition my grip, resulting in a very amusing (now) scene that kind of played out in slow motion as the treadmill lurched ominously down the stairs toward me with Tim shouting for me to "Getoutoftheway getoutoftheway getoutoftheway!" at the top of his lungs, with me trying to do just that but the dang thing had pinched my fingers between it and the stairs. I finally managed to get out of the way, the treadmill landed at the foot of the stairs with a rather loud crash and Tim sat on the steps visibly shaken. I have a really cool bruise just above my knee and a little tiny cut on my finger but am, otherwise, fine. Tim was happy about that. I was just happy that after all that the thing still worked. Stupid treadmill.

So, since the baby's room is now on its way to being cleared of all things unnecessary, I went back to Lowes with my sister yesterday and collected a few paint chips that are now taped to the soon-to-be-nursery wall in hopes that conscious staring will provide inspiration. One is a really pretty apple green and I'm leaning towards that, but there's a pretty blue that is tempting. In our other shopping stops, I snagged a copy of the Baby Whisper book at Borders (I had a 20% off coupon - score!), some Dr. Seuss books that were 3 for 2, a scrapbook to use for the baby book (yes, I know, I know. Apparently, I lied.) (In my defense, there are very few - read: none that I have yet found despite rather anxious searching - baby books available that are relevant for an adopted child. Because I don't have pages of pregnancy and childbirth stories to put in there, nor do I want to start out with a family tree that has no room for our birth parents, even if we don't know their names. And so on, and so forth.) Finally, I got yarn for a baby blanket. Because if I've crocheted blankets for what feels like the majority of the free world I am, by golly, making one for my own kid! (Hopefully I can find time to finish it before he graduates from college.)

I was supposed to go get a filling this afternoon. The dentist called and canceled. I imagine you can figure out exactly how disappointed I was about that. I still have to do it, but I did get a two day reprieve.

Finally, I've been on a re-reading kick of late and have worked my way through some Elizabeth Lowell mysteries (these are her later ones that really are more mystery and less romance) and some very early Nora Roberts books. I'm not sure what it is about these two authors, but their books hold up so well to re-reading. It's delightful, time and again.

Ok, maybe not quite finally - I'm beginning to contemplate my Christmas dinner menu and am thinking prime rib and Yorkshire pudding. However, I've never actually made Yorkshire pudding, so have no idea what it tastes like and if it's worth doing - it just always looks so pretty. Anyone have a recommendation as to the worthiness of said pudding for Christmas dinner?