Saturday savings

Here is my latest large quantity buy.

One hundred and seventy two rolls of good-quality toilet paper.  

So, I'm picky about my toilet paper, what of it?

There were some good buys at Safeway and Fred Meyer this week. Combined with some coupons from those little dispensers in the aisle and some from my coupon wallet, I paid $4 for some and $5 for the rest. I've been a little worried about my t.p. supply, only staying a couple of packs ahead of demand. Now, I think I have about a year's supply. In case of a national emergency, my bum is going to be happy. You will probably look for excuses to visit me so that yours can be happy too!

If you live in my area, the Cottonelle is on sale at our local Safeway. The coupon dispenser is right next to it and has coupons for another $2 off.

You can thank me later.

Chocolate works.

See how I am?

My house was one busy house today.

Take a look.

Bethany and Samantha, shooting the breeze.

Charlie and kids, playing Skipbo in the living room. 

And again. 

Miss Natalie, going solo. 

Working on applesauce.  

Bethany's going to complain about her double chin in this one.

What can I say?

It's hereditary.

There's no way I could crop it out.

It's a chin, for Pete's sake!

The finished product.

And then I was mean and made Bethany clean up her mess.

Charlie signing up for Rosetta Stone.

He's learning Spanish.

Did you know active military  can get it for free?

And Josh eating his lunch.

Pistachios. One raspberry. A carrot. A cucumber. And Quaker rice cakes.

Gluten-free makes for an interesting diet.

My third loaf of apple bread in two days. 

Daniel playing "Somewhere My Love" on the piano, follow-the-lights style. 

Three kids playing chess.

Papa came in later and coached them. 

Bethany's tired feet getting a Shiatzu massage.

Natalie's feet waiting hopefully in the wings. 

Samantha's bible.

She and Charlie spend a lot of time with their noses buried in it. 

Daniel doing his music theory and getting a Shiatzu massage.

Some people have the life, don't they? 

And getting ready to sleep in the rec room with Charlie.

Eagerly anticipating the early-morning fishing trip with Papa, Charlie and Sam. 

Add a couple of grandchildren piano lessons, homemade pizza for dinner, and me watching Lark Rise to Candleford, and you've just about got it.

Happy weekend.

A reality check

You might have noticed how my blogging goes in spurts.
Sometimes, ideas and opinions just ooze out of me.
Other times, I can't come up with a single phrase that deems itself worthy of gracing The Blog.

It's been a bit of a dry spell lately, even though my brain is running in overdrive. I just wanted to let you know that I have evaluated the next couple of months and realized that I may have over-committed myself. Because I love you, every last one of you, the lovely commenters as well as the lurkers, and even the anonymous who once left that snarky comment about how my favourite music festival sounded boring (well, maybe not the anonymous) (can we say sensitive with a long memory?)  I wanted to warn you that my updates will probably be sporadic.

So please don't abandon me!

Here's a sneak peek at the major events coming up:

A Continuing Education day-long class for the Oregon Music Therapy Assn. on the 30th of this month, of which I am in charge. The paperwork alone makes me want to take a nap.

Two Christmas activities at Church in December, a dinner for the adults and a breakfast for the kids. Of which, again, I have the final responsibility.

Weekly choir practice and performing in church for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Yup. Me in charge.

Christmas. Need I say more?

Charlie and Sam's wedding in Southern California right after Christmas and all that goes along with that. I'll be happily making the cake and the rehearsal dinner.

A friend and I are going to volunteer at a birth clinic in Haiti in the middle of January. We'll be gone for almost two weeks. It's a trip that is very dear to my heart, but the logistics are mind-boggling.

Another big music therapy event at the end of January which is only in the early planning stage.

Jeff and I are taking a trip to the U.K. in May. As yet unscheduled, so lots of work to do yet on the planning end.

Add all that to my work and Nana and wife and other duties and I have this mild sense of panic in the back of my mind. That being said, I'm not even finished with this preemptive apology and my mind is already brimming with ideas for blog posts.
Sigh.
I defeat my own best intentions most of the time.

Enigmatic sunset

I took these photos within a couple of minutes at Bethany's house last week. The sky didn't change its appearance during that narrow time frame as much as the photos would suggest. Some of the difference is due to the direction in which I was pointing the camera, but that certainly doesn't account for all of it. I suspect it also depends on whether I was focusing on the sky or the ground. I love to take photos, but I wish I was more motivated to sit down and really understand the mechanics of the process.

These are completely unedited, except for cropping.

Just wondering

Some things I have been puzzling over lately:

Since when was a 16 ounce bag of Hershey's chocolate considered to be "jumbo size"? Unless it describes me after I've finished consuming the whole bag.

What is with the use of the adjective "warm" in a business setting? Several colleagues have started signing off on their emails with "warmly, so-and-so". And today, Skype warmly welcomed me to their service in an email. Is it supposed to make me automatically trust them? What kind of person describes herself as "warm" anyway? The word "menopausal" springs to mind, but most of my readership probably won't appreciate that connotation!

Does anyone actually watch Survivor any more?

Why would the administrator of a retirement home insist that my first music therapy session be a freebie "demo" and then not bother to observe even a minute of it? Yes, this actually happened to me last week.

How did Jeff and I create such manly sons?

And how could they even think of eating that cute little squirrel on their rugged camping trip last night?

Sam'n'Charlie

Charlie proposed to his sweetheart this morning up at Magness Tree Farm.
We assume it was suitably romantic, because she said "Yes."
Actually, Samantha already has most of the wedding plans down, so it was a moot point.

They will be married here on December 29th.

Yes, this December 29th.

When you're a Marine, you don't mess around. Charlie told me that one of his friends had to reschedule his wedding four times. After the invitations had been sent out.

So, I know you're all wondering how I feel about this, right?

After all, my blog, my life, it's all about me.

Well, my observation is that Charlie is as happy as I have ever seen him. He seems to be more comfortable in his own skin, not so restless as in times past. He is taking responsibility and making plans and dealing with some of the hard facts of life with determination and optimism. 

So I am happy too.

Guess who?