Since last Friday I have......
Gotten a blue pedicure. My fingers were not blue, they got a french manicure with some blue and white on the ring fingers. Tomorrow I will have my fingers re-painted, french and I'm toying with the idea of the ring fingers being blue with a white design. Only because I know I can get another week out of the pedicure. Next week I'll change colors. Maybe.
They are still very cute, though.
The new Moorits were shy.
Spent more than two hours attempting to do what everyone else in the country was, get to Salisbury Beach. After I aborted that mission I spent a lovely day in my backyard and managed to get a photo of a WIP. What I haven't done until today is upload the photos and add this to my ravelry projects page. One thing at a time.
Proven that putting a sign up advertising the excellent blueberry and raspberry picking can really work. I abandoned all other plans on a chilly, dreary afternoon, took a quick turn and detour, and listening to the book on my iPod I spent nearly ninety minutes picking those fruits. The farmer convinced me the golden raspberries are indeed ripe and I was surprised to find they tasted better than the red. The fresh blueberries are a treat that I cannot even describe, but maybe confessing that I ate about two pounds of them on the day I picked will give you a clue. The whites of my eyes are blue. I'm almost out, I'll be picking again tomorrow. Before I get my nails done.
Taken a couple of photos of a finished shawl that has been waiting its debut for weeks. Maybe it will get it next week.
Eighty-one. I also had an endoscopy! Really, when it goes the way it is supposed to it is a harmless little exam. It goes like this: You starve yourself before the procedure, which in my case happened (late, surprise) at 4 pm. No food after nine the night before. I may have been a little cranky. You have a drug injected into you causing you to fall asleep in the middle of a sentence (at least you think you fall asleep and there isn't anybody that is going to tell you otherwise), and the next thing you know somebody says, "Wake up, Teresa!" and you are in a different room where they have no gluten free snacks to get you going again. It was the first cookie with wheat or sugar I have had in months. I didn't like it. Then you stumble to the car and go home to eat, which in my case did not happen thanks to really icky nausea, which also kept me from sleeping it off. Fingers crossed that something comes of it.