I planned on working this weekend, simply because I’m so close to wrapping up “Big Sky Wedding”. I don’t know when I’m going to learn. I NEED my weekends to refuel my heart, mind and soul. I need to cook, putter, play with my art supplies, all the things I do to unwind. This particular Saturday and Sunday were all about cooking–and planning things to cook. I made stuffed green peppers from a recipe I found online, low fat and all that, and guess what. They were TERRIBLE. Very dry, lower in flavor than they were in fat, and the quinoa I substituted for the rice should have been pre-cooked, regardless of the instructions. The stuff remained raw and, to use my mother’s colorful term for pasta or any other food that isn’t quite done, “boney”. In a word, YUK.
So it’s back to the old drawing board. Like Edison, who, when asked how he felt about having racked up 10,000 failures before he came up with a functional light bulb, replied that now he knew 10,000 things that wouldn’t work. When it comes to stuffed peppers, I guess I have 9,999 failures to go before I come up with something palatable.
The guest bathroom is nearly finished–just need the towel racks put up and we’re in business. This bit of renovation inspired me so much that we came up with more projects–take out the row of cupboards between the kitchen and the breakfast room, for instance. It’s amazing how much difference it made, opening that space. The energy flow is unrestricted now, and the room seems bigger. I would have had that done a long, long time ago if I’d known how great it was going to be. Next up, we’re tackling closets, then replacing the tub, sink and toilet in the other guest room, down at the end of the hall, which is shared by two bedrooms. One of those rooms will be transformed–ugly carpet ripped up and replaced with hardwood, walls repainted, etc.–into a nice little office for me. From there, I’ll be able to look out at the horses, and that will be absolutely wonderful.
In other news, as they say on TV, Wendy and I didn’t go to “Rock of Ages”–she came down with a nasty bug and had to stay home, and I stayed home, too, to AVOID catching a nasty bug.
The weather is lovely this morning, sunny and crisp. I can just FEEL those bulbs gearing up to bust loose and dazzle me with colorful flowers.
As for the food plan, well, I worked out every day and did my strength training routine faithfully–and lost less than a pound. Am I discouraged? NO. This used to happen in Weight Watchers, too–a good loss one week, zip the next. It goes with the territory. I CAN testify, however, that exercise has benefits that go way beyond being skinny, and I’d do it anyway, because it makes me feel so good. And I’m also meditating–my beloved editor, Joan, will be so proud of me. When one is a natural-born flibberty-gibbet, as I am, it helps to spend a little while getting centered.
And now, to Parable and Three Trees for a few hours, where the crew is waiting to tell more of their story.
Be kind. It’s really true that what the world needs now is love, sweet love.