Thursday is done and dusted. I was dead tired at the end of the day, which included a mother-daughter book club meeting in the evening, and I didn't sleep well last night. I keep thinking this cold should be gone, but I was up coughing (and peeing --I drink so much water because of the cough that I have to pee all the time!) several times before Rob came to bed at 2 a.m. At 3, after keeping him up for an hour, I went downstairs to read. I went back up at 4 and slept pretty solidly until 8 a.m. I felt very lucky to be able to sleep in --we don't celebrate Good Friday (is celebrate the right word?), but this is a pretty religious area, so all the schools have Good Friday off.
I managed to get the grocery shopping done before noon --still waiting for a grocery-delivery service out here in the boonies :-) The local grocery store was bought out a few months ago, and last week they decided to completely rearrange the store --so Emma and I wandered around blindly, doubling back several times --this did not improve the shopping experience.
Then I found a package on the porch which contained some plants I'd forgotten I'd ordered. This is always a pleasant surprise. I managed to get a few of the daylilies planted before my back gave out --because of my bad hip, I can't really crouch down or even sit down on the ground, so I do all my gardening by bending at the waist. Rob and I joke when we work together in the yard that we complement each other --I can bend down with my legs straight and work, while he can crouch down to work. Together we make one whole, working, person.
Emma has a friend over, and I've been
cursed by having to listen to a new song she's been introduced to, "Perfect Two" by a young lady who goes by the name Auburn. The lyrics are so very deep, and involve things like being the peanut butter to your jelly. Yes.
Speaking of music, Rob just introduced me to a live Jackson Browne album (Solo Acoustic, Vol. 1) where some of his stage banter is recorded, and the guy is hilarious. In one of these bits, someone in the audience asks if he remembers a song, and he laughs and says "See, this is how it is now. They don't ask if you can play it, just if you remember it." Ah, yes, growing old graciously.
Saturday night Rob and I will be hiding chocolate Easter eggs around the house, and dribbling a trail of jelly beans from Emma's room, down the stairs, to her basket. I hope everyone has a wonderful, relaxing, weekend!