Wednesday morning

I promised my robe that if it would get me through being sick last week, I would give it a good washing. Now I have a fresh-from-the-dryer robe to wear.. it's the little luxuries in life that make it all worthwhile.

That wasn't what I wanted to write about, though. My mom just called from Lexington. They took my grandfather to the doctor for a checkup today. You might remember that he had open-heart surgery in November and then had a pacemaker put in almost two months ago because fluid kept building up around his heart/lungs, landing him back in the hospital each time. The doctors were a little hesitant about putting in the pacemaker, trying to decide if it would work as they hoped. Anyway, today, they checked him out and were extremely surprised at just how well it's working.. much more than they had thought it would do. Papaw feels much better now, and they said he could continue feeling even better for up to six months as the pacemaker gets into its.. routine, or whatever. Soo.. that's very good news. We knew it had to be doing okay because he wasn't building up fluids like before, but this seems extremely promising.. :)

Oh, and I forgot to mention that yesterday was an anniversary day for us. It was our cable modem's one year anniversary, most importantly. *grin* It was also three years since Magnus arrived for the third visit, and our 30 month wedding anniversary. Okay, so none of those things are truly celebratable, but kind of a fun fact. :)

Also, I'm meeting my cousin Rae (her actual name is Heidi, but I call her Rae because she calls me Lou) for lunch at Wendy's. Last time we met, it was at 2, but today her lunch break is at 12. That's good. That also means I just have 52 minutes to get dressed, my hair dried and fixed and makeup put on and get down there, and for some reason, I'm still sitting here writing in my journal. Eh, well, I should have plenty of time, but I'd best get started on it anyway.

Wednesday night

The vodka cream penne last night was a rousing success, but tonight's broccoli quiche was partially less so. I thought it was nasty, and in fact ended up having fettucini from Fazoli's. Magnus ate the whole pie and asked for more. The construction of the dish was highly unusual in itself. The recipe specified a nine-inch pie crust, and, naive as it might sound, I bought a nine-inch pie crust. There wasn't enough room for even half of the egg mixture, so it was a dubious dish from the beginning. And let's not even talk about the mess the over-filled quiche made on the counter, floor, and baking sheet..

Anyway. I had lunch with Rae and went to the bank, WalMart and the post office. Bouyed by my success with the basil (and today the parsley peeks up from under the soil!) I invested in actual ceramic pots for our kitchen.. five in all. We have poinsettas languishing in too-small plastic pots.. we bought them our first Christmas. Rather than throw them out, we turned them into extremely odd-looking houseplants. They're much too tall, with very few leaves. ( Actually, here's a picture of them )

. The original of that pic is actually quite nice, but resizing and reducing the quality means you mostly lose the sparkle of dew that inspired the picture to begin with.

And the most exciting thing to happen to me in.. oh, several days at least.. is that I now have three new bras! Shopping for bras gives me hives. I am, as my mother-in-law blurted out in Swedish during the photo shoot at our wedding, quite busty, and therefore, it's neither fun nor exciting to rifle through racks of serviceable undergarments while standing next to the sales rack of frothy lacy contraptions for the flat-chested. As any busty girl knows, busty bras do not go on sale, and that might be more painful than the agony of boredom inspired by the "full-figure" bras. And they always put the larger boxed bras next to a main aisle, for some reason I've never figured out. I'm not embarrassed by my bra requirements, but I don't feel that the middle-aged man walking by staring at my chest needs any help contemplating the situation, either. In any case, I should be able to avoid the situation for quite some time now, thanks to my endeavors today.

Oh, the excitement of my life...