Today was the day tropical storm Hannah came through Alexandria. What a great day to stay inside. I got so much done! Caught up on some work stuff, vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom, PLUS recovered the sofa pillows. I’d like to pause and thank my Mom for teaching me how to use a sewing machine. For $10 and half an hour I have a whole new look. Please notice I had some extra fabric to put above the french doors. I love this fabric, it’s a chocolate/lime floral poly-blend that stays cool to the touch, so while I was lounging on the sofa this afternoon, reading fiction for pure fun – not even for book club – just fun just for me, I could move my head around and keep finding a cool spot on the pillow. Bliss, I tell you. A very nurturing afternoon, with a nice cup of Earl Grey. The only hiccup was that last night’s dinner date has called four times since dinner. A little too much.
Tonight I saw Carrie Fisher’s “Wishful Drinking”, which was great. She’s 52, so I’ve got twelve years to make enough of myself that people want to come see me tell outrageous stories. The Lincoln Theater is absolutely gorgeous, the gold drapery in there is so rich and lush I wanted to just curl up in it. I definitely have a textile thing going on today. Before the play I went to Sunflower for dinner with friends, and was disappointed again. I really feel like I should be a huge Sunflower fan, anytime I’m going out with a group they say “We’re sure you want to go to Sunflower…”, yet every time I go there the food tastes the same, even though I order something different each time. Unsatisfied by dinner, I started thinking about the cup of decaf I was going to treat myself to on the way home from the play. It was about 11pm when I got to my car, and if you can believe it I stopped at 7-11 to get my decaf fix. I also felt inclined to get a chocolate covered donut while I was there. It wasn’t delicious, I can tell you that. Typical, flavorless, waxy coating on a by then day old donut. I did eat it right up, though, and washed it down with the decaf. I was driving while I did all this, so it wasn’t even mindful. Now it’s midnight, I’m off to bed with a sinking feeling this will be the third 3am in a row I experience wide awake. Now, who’s in charge of this?
Tags: Carrie Fisher, dinner, hunger, insomnia, pillows, self care, sewing, sleep, sofa, sugar, Sunflower Restaurant, textiles
