Twice recently I drove home in the evening and marveled at the full moon. It was huge and silver and beautiful. When I got out and parked the car, I went into the back yard, where the streetlights aren’t so bright and stared up at the sky. Black and clear and spangled with stars and that huge glowing moon hanging over the side of the sky.
We’re supposed to be getting our election ballots by the end of this week. If you are American and reading this, you had better be voting. If you are American and living overseas, it’s not too late, if you act NOW. Go to www.fvap.gov and get your ballot, STAT. Why wouldn’t you vote when you have the chance? YOUR VOTE IS COUNTED.
Yesterday, I drew cookies and stars and a tomato and a strawberry and a cow and a piece of cake. And now my recipe book needs a cover, and then I can send it to print, wahoo!
I went to WW tonight and I’d lost the half a kilo that I went up last week, that I went down the week before, that I went up the week before that. *sigh*
The leaves are starting to turn. I’ve had to wipe water off the car windows in the morning for a couple of weeks. I’m dreading the day it’s ice, not water, and I have to scrape instead of squeegeeing.
When we picked up Martin from work on Sunday, we were told to go pick a kilo of apples for free. I couldn’t reach any of the ripe ones, so I just wandered the rows reveling in the smell of apple and grass and autumn while Karin climbed up on Anders’ shoulders and picked the biggest apples she could find.
Things I have planned for the next couple of months: shopping and dinner with D&C, TWO get-togethers with the Wonders (though one person will be missing from each), a bachelorette party for a friend, singing with Star For Life, going to see Elton John in concert with my daughter, a short trip to Berlin with Anders and Karin (the week after Martin leaves for Peru).
I need to go write an email to my mom, sister and brother, who have all been seriously and mysteriously incommunicado ever since we all scattered at the end of the summer. What the hell, first family, was 3 weeks of togetherness too much for us?