Clickety click = 66
That’s how old Adoring Husband turned today.
He chose lamb rump for his birthday dinner, which he cooked on the barbecue and I prepared a garden salad and potato salad to go with.
I baked cupcakes with lemon butter cream and a lemon/mango/pineapple cheesecake.
He and I both dozed on the couch for most of the day while we partly watched movies.
That’s it!
Birthday done.
Nite all.
What happens when you put ice here. (Click on the link)
It was an uneventful day today.
BGWLBH drove into The Bay.
I tidied some more in the art space.
Adoring Husband cooked breakfast AND dinner.
I watched a couple of old movies.
I participated in a “Self Healing” Masterclass online.
Tomorrow (or today as you’re reading this) is Adoring Husband’s birthday!
I had quite a productive day.
It started when I got out of bed to discover that Adoring Husband had cooked breakfast for himself and BGWLBH.
That was a pleasant surprise and meant I had a spare 30 minutes to myself.
So Harley and I played a bit earlier than usual.
I made myself some breakfast and ate it while watching an episode of Great British Sewing Bee.
My plan was to do art for the remainder of the morning, but I got distracted clearing a section of the artspace. Ninety minutes later I sat down to do some more of my budgie. It’s still a work in progress …
I prepared some lamb shanks for the slow cooker and got tonight’s dinner started.
I took Harley out for another play.
Napped on the couch watching my quiz shows.
Then it was time to prepare the vegetables for Harley’s weekly meals, followed by vegetables and gravy for our shanks.
We ate dinner at 5.30pm.
Day done.
Nite all.
Meditation = Perfect again
Qigong = Hard work! But great.
Sitting by the river for more than 30 minutes taking in the the beautiful scenery = Refreshing …
Pedalling around town filling in time until my play dates = relaxing.
Play date number one = Fun
Play date number two = Inspiring
Home by 3.30pm and played with Harley for 30 minutes while Adoring Husband continued to sleep soundly in his chair.
Started cooking dinner early - I think I prefer eating at 5pm - taco Tuesday is one of our favourites.
Tomorrow, BGWLBH and I are doing our taxes in town. I’m two years behind! Actually, now that I think about it, I am three years behind!
Ugh!
So it’s sleep time for me.
Nite all.
BGWLBH had a nail appointment early this morning.
We planned on doing breakfast in The Bay, which I was looking forward to because it means I don’t have to cook and I get to choose something delicious and different for my breakfast.
Instead, Adoring Husband decided to cook breakfast for he and BGWLBH at 7am and that meant, of course, that I missed out. I can’t eat that early and bacon and eggs are not my top choice.
I opted for a green juice from Su Jus Cafe at 9am.
Disappointing.
Story of my life.
I did some more Christmas shopping while I waited for BGWLBH.
We shopped at Office Works for art supplies AND at Choice which has a pretty good selection of paints, pens, brushes, paper, canvases etc.
I browsed the craft shop in Pialba where I found some lovely gifts.
We shopped at Go Natural and had to find another newsagent because the Pialba store is closed until further notice!
I restocked Harley’s dog bones and our bacon.
We were all over the place.
Tomorrow is meditation day so it’s sleep time for me.
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Nite all.
I think one of the hardest things for me is to allow someone to have a bad opinion of me. I want to defend myself. I want to explain why they’re wrong. I want to convince them that I’m a decent person and I am worth liking.
I don’t want my reputation left in their hands, because their hands are fickle.
But the truth is, the very, very hard-to-swallow truth is that I’m not in control of their opinions about me. I’m not in control of the view they have of me, the light they choose to see me through and unfortunately, even what they say about me to others.
Peace is letting go.
Peace is accepting that they’re entitled to their feelings about me.
They have every right to not like me. They have every right to not choose me, to not invite me or to label me as the villain, the bad guy, or whatever else they want. They don’t have to forgive me, give me grace or even attempt to understand my point of view.
But at the end of the day, the thing is, my reputation is who they think I am—whatever version of me they have created in their mind. It may be about me. It may involve me, but it’s not really mine to hold.
My character, however, is who I actually am.
My character belongs to me and me alone, and I take it seriously, so I guess they can have their perceptions and they can have their own ideas about who I am and why I do what I do. I release their opinions about me, but I hold tight to my peace.
We all have take responsibility for the words we write. That’s on us, but we don’t have to exhaust ourselves trying to be responsible for the way people choose to read them. That’s on them.
I enjoyed my Sunday.
I didn’t have to cook breakfast because Adoring Husband chose cooking duties this morning.
I spent an hour playing with Harley, then an hour in the art room (I’ll take pics tomorrow).
I made a late breakfast/early lunch for myself, which I took into the lounge room and I watched Calamity Jane, By The Light of the Silvery Moon and Sweet Charity.
I dozed on the couch with Harley through the middle movie.
Harley and I played again before I cooked mango/chilli chicken with baked potato, pumpkin, carrot and capsicum and steamed asparagus and beans for dinner.
After dinner, AH and I watched Weekend at Bernie’s.
Got a day in the bay tomorrow so it’s time to sleep now.
Nite all.
