I like Mondays. Around here, Mondays are for cleaning up, grocery shopping, planning the week ahead.
This morning is peanut butter and honey toast.
This morning is noticing the pretty garlic growing in pots (the ones I planted in the ground don't look so keen.)
This morning is Brad begging me to show his big muscles on my blog and not the rest of him. Isn't that ridiculous? THERE you go Brad! Happy now?
Also: a new-to-me Etsy find: A 1971 General Electric kitchen clock. 1971 is my birth year and my parents were hippies in San Francisco when I was born. They probably had a clock a lot like this. You should really meet my parents some day. They are the best people on the planet and I am not exaggerating.
My dad started his own business at 40 years old and has gone on to be what we call "the Robert DeNiro of the rare book world." (He specializes in modern first editions and is known for it internationally.) My dad is 81, still works 6 days a week and is so cool it would just rock your socks off. (I know I'm embarrassing him, sorry dad, but I'm proud of who you are.)
My mom is known by those near and far as the kindest, clearest human on the planet. She's just one step down from Mother Teresa. (And really, it's a very small step.) Ok. Maybe she doesn't spend her life abroad gathering alms. But her happy spirit helps all those around her. My mom has an uncanny knack of always looking at the bright side of things and her flower garden would make you weep it's so beautiful. I'll show you a photo someday. Who knew Robert DeNiro and Mother Teresa would make such a nice couple, right? Anyway, how did I get onto all that about my parents. It's that clock from 1971, see? It does that to me.
Back to today: I am going to try and clean up and move forward with all the things I want and need to get accomplished with work this week. Gotta walk the dog (the one who can still walk well, not the one with the supposed mass in his spleen.) We call this dog "a woman for all seasons." If you look at that face, you will see I'm not lying one bit. Her name is Koko. But she would rather be called A Woman For All Seasons. Please do call her that if you come over.
I'm gonna send a few quilts, get to making some quilts. I'm going to make this yummy salad again (in which I added a lot of raw kale and apple and didn't add the tomato.) & I'm also going to try and make my workspace look more like something out of Designsponge. But. We know that won't happen. So I'll cross that off the list right now. Phew! I'm feeling better about my week already! And even if nothing goes as planned, hey, I'll still be living with Big Muscle Brad.




