Really, Truly Leftovers

I was preparing supper last night and opened the door of the microwave and discovered . . . . . . . Vegetables from the previous night's supper.

Yep, I nuked some frozen vegetables and forgot to get them out for supper, and they sat there for 24 hours. No wonder I felt like that supper was missing something! I was really disappointed in having to pitch these veggies.

In a hidey-hole

I woke last night around 12:30 a.m. from a dream where I was in a shallow hole in the ground with a tarp over it. I was hiding, and there were army vehicles like jeeps or tanks driving over my hidey-hole. The covers on the bed felt heavy; I was feeling claustrophobic and a little panicky and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I went to the family room and lay on the couch covered with an afghan. I turned on the TV and dozed. It was chilly, and finally around 2 a.m. I decided to try to go back to bed and hope that the engulfing too-heavy feelings would be gone. I didn’t sleep well, but at least the bed covers didn’t feel like they were crushing me down.

It was a dark and rainy morning

Late yesterday afternoon my sister-in-law called and said she was having car trouble. J. went out to lend a hand. He decided it looked like a dead battery and let SIL borrow his car rather than driving her back to GC himself. He’ll get someone to look at her vehicle, and she’ll return his car today. Meanwhile, J. has my car today so he drove me to work this a.m.

It was a dark, rainy, gloomy morning. J. decided to enter campus from Bradley. Not being familiar with the entrance – which is at least 5 lanes wide with a median – he accidentally turned into the out-going lane. Far in the distance we could see headlights approaching, but they were definitely nowhere near a collision. J. turned left out of the exit and the other vehicle followed …. with flashing red and blue lights. Wouldn’t you know it – it was the PC police. I mean, what is the likelihood you're going to encounter cops at the precise moment you're committing a traffic infraction?

After running his license, the cop gave J. a warning ticket and acknowledged the entrance is very wide and could be confusing in the dark.

Now I hope J. returns to pick me up after work at my quitting time.

Vacation in Virginia

Saturday, September 19
Travel, 12 hours; supper at Country Cookin’ restaurant in Lexington
Sunday, September 20
Lunch at Sticks Kebob Shop; Lawn tour at the University of Virginia campus
Monday, September 21
Montpelier (home of James Madison); lunch at Wendy’s returning to Charlottesville; supper wiener roast (John and Rod cooked the hot dogs over a campfire)
Tuesday, September 22
Richmond – Museum of the Confederacy, White House of the Confederacy, Virginia state capitol, Monument Avenue; lunch at Meriwether’s café at the state capitol; Nancy fixed supper (kielbasa with green beans and potatoes skillet dinner)
Wednesday, September 23
Ash Lawn (home of James Monroe); Monticello (home of Thomas Jefferson); early supper at Wood Grill Buffet
Thursday, September 24
Washington, D.C. – took the Metro (orange line from Vienna to Capitol South); U.S. Capitol tour; Library of Congress tour; Smithsonian Air and Space Museum; Smithsonian Museum of Natural History; Nancy had a late lunch at the Air and Space Museum’s food court (McDonalds), John picked up a Subway sandwich when we returned to Charlottesville; Rod fixed me an Amaretto sour
Friday, September 25
departed; traveled 8 hours; Comfort Inn in Dayton, Ohio; supper at the next-door Cracker Barrel
Saturday, September 26
traveled 4 hours; returned to Champaign before noon


Lovely spending 5 days with Jane and Rod. Maybe fish smell in 3 days, but I'm sure that we didn't! Looking forward to returning and exploring new places when they relocate to Appomattox County.

Another Clairvoyant Moment

My mind was wandering as I drove home from work yesterday. I started thinking that it would probably be convenient if Julie delivered my Stampin’ Up order when she picks her son up from school since our house is right across the street from his school. John is usually home on Mondays and Tuesdays. But if no one was home she could just leave it between the storm and front doors. Then, my goodness, when I got home, there was my SU order between the doors. Another whoo-whee-ooh moment.

Coincidence?

Tuesday night as I was trying to go to sleep between 10 and 11 p.m. I had a random thought about Ted Kennedy not attending his sister Eunice Shriver’s funeral a couple weeks ago. That started me wondering about which of the Kennedy children were still alive. I reviewed them in my mind and reached the conclusion that the two youngest, Jean and Ted, were still alive. When I woke the next morning and heard on the news that Senator Kennedy had died. Felt like a whoo-whee-ooh moment. Later I heard a news report that he’d died around 11:30 p.m. Eastern time, August 25. I don’t know if that is correct, but it’s spooky ‘cause that would have been about the time I was thinking about him. So that’s my one clairvoyant moment.

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We had a loud thunderstorm last night around 10:30. We must have lost electricity briefly because I noticed my bedside clock was flashing. That surprised me because I’d think the backup battery would have prevented that. (Note to self: Change the battery.) But anyway, I reset the clock. A few minutes later it was flashing again, and I reset it again. The next thing I knew, it’s midnight and the alarm had gone off. So I reset the alarm, and all was well until I got up at my usual 4:30 a.m.

‘Sposed to be a rainy day, but then will clear off and the weekend should have temps in the 70s. Woo-wee. Ideal for August.

Taco Pie

Monday night, while eating our supper of hamburgers, John said “I found a Taco Pie recipe on the Internet that sounds pretty good.” I replied back, “Good. Why don’t you make it for us.” His response to that was to send me the URL for it. It took me to someone’s blog. (Why John is reading a recipe blog, I don’t know. Maybe it’s a hint.) The blog had the recipe plus step-by-step pictorial instructions for creating the recipe. I emailed back to John: “With those pictures, you shouldn’t have any problems preparing this.”

In the end I made the taco pie for our supper the next night.