SteppeMice of Zenith
Jul. 8th, 2017 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAnother beautiful day . . . . I woke up and was about to jump out of bed, when I noticed a strange feeling of relaxation stealing over me. It occurred to me that maybe I could go back to sleep! So I did. I felt as if I had slept and slept for a long long time, but my Fitbit says it was just over 7 hours. So even when I sleep late in my own estimation, it's not even 8 hours! People in books sleep for 10 hours or even more! Why can't I do that? I don't know. But I suppose every little bit extra is a step in the right direction.
We went to the Farmers Market for the first time in ages. We stocked up on meat from the organic farm ladies, who were touchingly glad to see us--and not just because we buy lots of bacon. We also got all kinds of nice vegetables and things. Today, the Philosopher was in Ann Arbor to get some of his things out of storage, because he is moving from a furnished apartment to an unfurnished one. He planned to spend the night here on his way home. We cooked him a delicious dinner--if I do say so myself--of grilled steak, grilled peppers, new potatoes with dill sauce, tomatoes with basil, maitake and oyster mushrooms, and steamed baby squash. He took a little extra time to stop and visit Grandmother, and arrived about 8, just in time for dinner.
Sadly, it's our turn to run the church service tomorrow. Grrr. I hope the Philosopher will sleep in, because I will be really mad if my son is up and around and I'm in stoopid church. However, he plans to take it easy and stay until after lunch, so we'll see more of him tomorrow. And the church service is based around the poetry of Hafiz, which our friend Cindy has just discovered, and our friend Keith's interest in evolution. You'd think the two wouldn't go together, but that's where the GENIUS of our conception comes into it. It will be fun for however many people show up. If they have any sense they'll be out at the lake. I'm really not a very good Unitarian . . . .
We went to the Farmers Market for the first time in ages. We stocked up on meat from the organic farm ladies, who were touchingly glad to see us--and not just because we buy lots of bacon. We also got all kinds of nice vegetables and things. Today, the Philosopher was in Ann Arbor to get some of his things out of storage, because he is moving from a furnished apartment to an unfurnished one. He planned to spend the night here on his way home. We cooked him a delicious dinner--if I do say so myself--of grilled steak, grilled peppers, new potatoes with dill sauce, tomatoes with basil, maitake and oyster mushrooms, and steamed baby squash. He took a little extra time to stop and visit Grandmother, and arrived about 8, just in time for dinner.
Sadly, it's our turn to run the church service tomorrow. Grrr. I hope the Philosopher will sleep in, because I will be really mad if my son is up and around and I'm in stoopid church. However, he plans to take it easy and stay until after lunch, so we'll see more of him tomorrow. And the church service is based around the poetry of Hafiz, which our friend Cindy has just discovered, and our friend Keith's interest in evolution. You'd think the two wouldn't go together, but that's where the GENIUS of our conception comes into it. It will be fun for however many people show up. If they have any sense they'll be out at the lake. I'm really not a very good Unitarian . . . .
