Waiting for people to get up so I can go in the kitchen and make noise. Yes, It is Sunday here on Thanksgiving week. I have a yard full of leaves, perhaps I will get around to cleaning them up today, but probably not. I still have numerous chores to take care of, and I am of course, required to sing this morning, although I have no real voice today. I am all coated with the lovely rubber cement variety of snot. I skipped choir practice this week, and I really shouldn't skip church, but I am so tempted.
Yesterday I went to a wedding. It was nice enough, I ate some stuff I shouldn't have, but I didn't gorge. Then Mary and I drove up to Murfeesboro and went to a World Market store. It was fun, but too far to go for such. But I got the Christmas candy for stockings and a few other little things.
Peggy and Ashley stayed here whilst we were gone. I hope they weren't bored. Both of them have experienced some disappointments as far as seeing old "friends" this weekend. It is sad when you realize things really have changed and you are no longer a player. I have personally experienced this many times. Sometimes both parties feel that way and it is like an agreement between them to part ways. But sometimes there is the realization that you didn't mean as much to the person as you once did, or worse, as you thought you had. Not only is the meeting not fun, it is tinged with some pain and heartache.
So I am glad I was able to have them here and give them a home base for their wanderings. I am not sure when they are leaving, today or tomorrow, but at least they will have some fond memory of me.
I fretted last week about overeating and not following my plan, but I was still down a bit, and at a total of 18 pounds and a bit more of total loss. I was willing to try on a few old clothes, and they fit. They aren't exactly stylish, but they fit, and I am glad. I also got 3 tops, all requiring brown pants. I have a pair, but they are big and baggy in the thighs, so I need to get them altered.
I need to go, people are stirring and I want to get busy with the day. More later when I find a moment.
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