Metal Soft

When I was a kid, my mom had a purse that was made of some kind of metal mesh. It felt so soft, but it was made of metal. How was that possible? I think she only ever took it to church, where I compulsively touched it. It was so amazing!

Lately, when I’ve gone to stores, I’ve made a quick pass-through in the purse aisle to see if anyone still makes purses like that. Friday at TJ Maxx, I found one!

So soft...

So soft…

It was $16. I seriously considered buying it, but I didn’t know what I would do with it… maybe put it on my night stand and touch it each night before I go to sleep? …maybe keep it by my couch so I can pet it while I watch TV?

I decided not to get it. I already have so many things. This would be one more thing in my house, even though it would be a super-cool thing.

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Walking and Resting

I slept in yesterday, then sat around for a while. It felt kind of slothful, so I decided to walk to the grocery store to get sugar, salt, and gallon zip bags. The grocery store is right next to my old gym, so it would be a familiar walk – thirty minutes long.

The walk was quite pleasant. It was warm… almost too warm for the jacket I was wearing. As I passed the Walgreens, there was a guy sitting outside smoking. He said: “Happy Holidays”, but it sounded an awful lot like “Happy Hunger Games”. I said: “You too,” but I should have said: “May the odds be ever in your favor.”

I got my sugar and my freezer bags, but the store didn’t have the kind of salt I was looking for. I was trying to get iodized sea salt. I got some a while ago, but I don’t remember where. I’ll have to keep looking.

Hello, Harford Road.

Hello, Harford Road.

I spent the rest of the day relaxing at home, and I didn’t feel bad about it at all. As I sat watching TV and browsing the internet, a tightness unraveled in my head. Many long-term lesson plan decisions that have been vexing me came clear, and the next months laid themselves out before me. I think this “relaxing” thing might actually be of benefit in getting work done.

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After sleeping in, I went out into the fray yesterday. I went to Arundel Mills Mall, because they have a Corelle store there, and I was looking for replacement coffee cups. The cups that came with my set are square, which looks cool, but are really hard to drink out of. The flat drinking surface acts like a novelty cup – the liquid leaks around the sides of your mouth. Apparently, other people have had difficulty, because the company changed the shape of the cup. I got new ones. They were on sale: only $3 each! No more leaky drinking!

Old on the left, new on the right.

Old on the left, new on the right.

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A Very Thanksgivingy Day

Church yesterday morning was very nice. There was a LOT of music. I played handbells, sang in the adult choir, and accompanied the childrens choir. The congregation also sang a bunch of hymns accompanied by organ, brass and drums. It was great! We ended with “Let All Things Now Living”, which is one of my favorite hymns ever.

This was right before the childrens choir sang.

This was right before the childrens choir sang.

Some friends of Denis came over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was delicious, and the company was great. There were a LOT of leftovers, which was awesome. I filled up four plates, covered them, and put them in the freezer. Frozen dinners! Mmm…

So much deliciousness!

So much deliciousness!

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Family Time

The funeral yesterday was really nice. I’m so glad I was there. My Aunt Gloria was a special lady who touched a lot of lives.

I really liked the flower arrangements. So many of them featured blue flowers. I’m guessing that was her favorite color. I was most excited to see sea holly flowers in one of the arrangements. I love sea holly.

It's the spiky one.

It’s the spiky one.

After the funeral was the internment. It was at another church. There are several family members buried there. My parents have plots purchased there, and have already placed their tombstone. A lot of family members have done that. Is that usual, or is that a regional thing? Do people buy their plots and tombstone before they need them? Instead of a regular marker, it’s a bench. My dad sat on it yesterday.

Im not sure who that guy is.  I was trying to sneak the picture, but my dad saw me and smiled.

Im not sure who that guy is. I was trying to sneak the picture, but my dad saw me and smiled.

After the internment, we went back to the first church for a potluck, complete with many fruit salads made with marshmallows and Cool Whip. Then it was off to Cousin Mike’s house for more socializing. I didn’t have much time there before I had to get to the airport.

I’m back in Baltimore again. My flights were all uneventful. My layover was in Newark, New Jersey. I’ve never been to that airport. It was really interesting. The shops were really different that other airports I’ve been to. The junk food was completely different. It was really fascinating.

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