Complain. Complain. Whine. Grouse. Whine some more. I'm cranky and whiney and grumpy. For no good reason whatsoever. I feel this need for retail therapy, and there's nothing I want or need. Clothing I have in abundance, and I don't even want makeup. I love clothes, and I love makeup. So the retired woman wears jeans all day, and half the time doesn't use cosmetics. Granted the jeans are nice and actually fit well, but they are still jeans. But am I going to walk around the house all dressed up? Don't want to go to the malls, not even the Short Hills Mall. I have 2 closets full of lovely clothing. I have really gorgeous makeup. Blah!
OK, there's yarn therapy. I don't even want to do that. I wouldn't mind starting a new sweater, but I need to finish the old one first. Three days of knitting would get the job done, but do I have the maturity to do it? Nah.
And I don't feel like reading either. Blah.
Tuesday I was a tower of strength; Wednesday I reverted back to adolescence. Whine. Complain. Whine some more.
You know what I need? I need to get back to the gym. I had this gym thing going for 10 months, and then I started to find excuses. I really need to get back into it. First of all, because it's a healthy activity, secondly, because it feels so good when I'm done. All those endorphins kick in. So today, if I can get my butt in gear, I'm going back to the treadmill and the weights. I hope. I better. Self: get thy self into gear. Thou shalt feel much better if thou exercisest. Otherwise, dear reader, you can yell at me.
So what has brought on this phase of middle school behavior? There was all the excitement of publishing my pattern, and now that's done. Yesterday, I spent the bulk of the day trying out a new pattern for a sock. Knit. Frog. Knit. Frog. 5 times I did this. I think I'm now onto something, and it better work, because I'm not frogging any more. So there!
As Jules Pheiffer once said in a cartoon: "Maturity is just a phase; adolescence is forever!"
Gentle reader, if you've made it this far in reading this downer of a blog, you should reward yourself with a piece of chocolate and a lovely cup of tea. If it weren't 3:30 in the morning, I would do that too. I'm taking my self off to bed to flannel heaven.
One good moment: I have just discovered the Dixie Chicks. Neat music.
Sharon asked in the previous posting if the potatoes are greasy. No, they're not. They seem to absorb the meaty juices. DD made the recipe with all beef, and I made it with half beef and half turkey. In neither case were the potatoes greasy. This recipe is so good that Hubbo and I finished it off in two days, and I'm a small eater. It easily serves 6!