For the past two weeks, I’ve been overestimating my abilities. 🙂 Here it is again–Monday. A new week, another chance, a fresh start.
My wrist is much better. Not as flexible as I’d like, but there you go.
I have an interview today, which means I have to wear make up and clothes that haven’t been splotched with paint or glue. 🙂 And I plan to work.
I rested over the weekend and visited my mom, who is recovering nicely from her recent hip replacement. Again, thanks so much for your prayers and good wishes on both our acccounts.
I’m listening to a book I read years ago–“The Diary of a Young Girl”, by Anne Frank. If ever there was a testament to the power of the human spirit, this is it. A long time ago, I visited Amsterdam, and a highlight of the trip was a visit to the annex, where the Franks hid, with others, until they were finally discovered and arrested. I will never forget the movie-star pictures tacked to the wall of the tiny room Anne had to share–with a man in his fifties, no less–and I would like to go back and see the place again.
The tomatoes are a complete loss, but the zukes are still coming. Next year, I will put my tomato plants in the ground by the back fence instead of in containers. I’m not giving up on raising them, though. They are delicious!
The d.i.e.t continues to go well. I’m down 32 pounds.
And that’s the news from my upstairs alcove.
