The weather was weird on Thursday, I describe it as muddy. It was a brown, squishy day on the ground. I read in the morning, then Laura gave me a call to tell me I could come and get my scarf (the French one that Sister bought me) that I'd left at her house last Saturday.
I stopped at the People's Food Co-op on my way out of town so I could pick up ingredients to make Baked Oatmeal. It was a recipe that mom found, it supposedly came from the Amish, and she thought sounded good. I was going to try and healthify and veganize it (adding extra nuts and seeds, taking out the cows milk and eggs), but mom didn't think that sounded good.
I bought the ingredients in the bulk foods section, and I brought my own containers. I love doing that, and there are a few reasons why:
*saves on packaging (the energy required to make it, and the waste of throwing it away)
*bulk is fun because you get to pick from a variety of products and choose the amount that you want. I suppose I always get an "I did it!" feeling, it's a sense of self sufficiency.
*You get to choose your own packaging. You can keep all your bulk-bought goods in clear glass jars.
It was a calm day for me, I was coming down with a cold, and the muddy weather just made me feel kind of strange, but the drive out to Brighton was lovely, and a route that I do not venture on very often, not having my own car and all.
I listened to this song right before I got to Laura's - Suite Judy Blue Eyes by Crosby Stills Nash and Young. The final part of the song makes this one of the best songs of all time. Haha, in fact, in this youtube version I linked above, the person precedes this ending with the text, "here comes my favorite part!" It's that good.
It's beautiful, and deep. I'm still not quite sure that I get the message.I got to Laura's, and fatefully, luckily, I had grabbed my yarn and crochet hooks, and Laura had grabbed hers from her mom's house that very morning as well! We proceeded. I got to teach her some stitches. I hope I taught her well enough that she understands and remembers them. But it seemed to me that she knew what she was doing.
Laura had to go to work in the afternoon, and I had to head back to Ann Arbor to pick mum up from work at 5. Karen invited to me to go to her yoga class at the CCRB so I did, it was only $7 and good for my health. It was hard! The teacher was kind of a hard-ass, with a smoker's voice and boot camp attitude: "I can't hear you! That must be you need it to be harder!"
I woke up the next morning feeling achy in my muscles and sick! But first I baked the baked oatmeal in the morning, and repotted my strawberry baby and little Madagascan Palm. Those plants have been needing that. The base of the palm sprout was getting skinnier than the top, which is not a good sign. So yesterday it was finally warm enough to step out onto the porch and play with dirt. This morning they are both looking fabulous, and I even new little leaves on both plants! Good job guys!
I layed on the couch for almost the whole day, and then I went up to bed and fell asleep before 9pm, listening to NPR. Thank goodness I didn't have to listen to On Point (which comes on at 9). No, I like that show sometimes, but I'm just not that interested in politics.
Yesterday I also caught up on some blog reading. My favorites are the DIY craft blogs, and the people who post old pictures of women so I can see what I would have worn if I lived back then, and how to recreate the image now.
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