Before I type anything else, let it be known, that I would like to marry Anthony Hopkins. I am aware that he is already married, but in the event he becomes unmarried I’d like a shot. Even at his advanced age, because let’s face it, I am also of an advanced age. Although he is 20 years older than me. There are others in the Hollywood realm that I would consider but Anthony Hopkins is pretty consistently at the top.
In other news:
My back is feeling almost back to normal. I am taking my yoga responsibility seriously but my practice still could use improvement with consistency. What else…Jean and I had a lovely lunch at Gaucho and a matinee showing of Moulin Rouge at the Benedum. It was a lovely lovely afternoon. But since coming home I have done nothing but sit on this couch. There is soo much I should be doing but I can’t bring myself to get off the couch.
Now tomorrow, which is Friday, I will have a busy day. First, I’ll be checking out the possibility of a new apartment. Just kinda feeling it out. There’s no question that it’s time to get out of the city but not sure this is the right time to move. After apartment perusing in the morning, I have to pack up the car and head up north to set up at Gardner’s Greenhouse for Saturday’s Annual Craft and Amish Donut Sale show. I haven’t been hugely successful at this jar selling stuff, yet, so we will see how this one goes. I’m hopeful, but in the meantime I’m also not decorating any new jars until we see how it goes. I do hate to think about giving up my jar decorating obsession but until I find a way to get them out of my house I’m going to have to slow down. I have a jigsaw puzzle I can do in the meantime if I have to put the jar habit away.
Ordinarily I would not post this, because its stupid. But in keeping with my goal of writing weekly it’s all I got. One last thing, I don’t like the looks of Nicole Kidman’s face. I don’t know what she’s done to herself but I don’t like it.
And now you know what I’ve done all night (watched TV). It’s hard being retired.
xoxoxo