1. Last night I was flipping through channels and landed on Antiques Roadshow on PBS. I really do enjoy that show, although I miss the old days when you never knew if what the person brought with them was going to turn out to be junk or a treasure. Now, they’re all treasures. I do have one small issue with Antiques Roadshow. Well, maybe not an issue, since I enjoy it. The host’s name is Mark Walberg. He’s not THE Mark Wahlberg, the one with The Funky Bunch, but that doesn’t stop me from yelling at the tv, every single time, “MARKY MARK! Drug free! So put the crack up!” Yes, I have 90’s music issues.
2. Earlier this week, my sciatic nerve and hip started acting up. Acting up is putting it mildly. It was throwing a fit like a two year old in a grocery checkout line full of candy. I could barely maneuver. Yesterday I limped off to Target, solo (Thanks, Meg!), and bought a TENS device. It’s basically electric shock therapy for muscles, and it works! After using it intermittently all day yesterday, I woke up this morning sore but functional.
3. I wish I could post a couple of pictures of Amelia Earhart. She’s reading the first Harry Potter book, for the second time. She’s as engrossed as she was the first time. The last two days, she has constantly had her nose in it. Eating her peanut butter toast at breakfast? Reading Harry Potter. In the car on the way to school? Reading Harry Potter. Standing waiting for me to pick her up from car line? Reading Harry Potter. It’s adorable. It’s also me when I was her age. I love it.
4. Speaking of which, it begs the old question, what are you reading? I’m in the middle of a few things, actually. Still plugging away on “The Return of the Prodigal Son” by Henri M. Nouwen. It’s a great (and short) spiritual read. For fun, I’m reading “Tourist Season” by Carl Hiaasen. I try to read books that relate to where I live or am traveling. When we lived in Monterey, California, I read a lot of Steinbeck. Traveling India, I read, “Eat, Pray, Love,” which I positively despise. When I was adopting Laura Ingalls Wilder, I was on Long Island, so I finally read “The Great Gatsby” for the first time. All Carl Hiaasen’s books are set in Florida, so it seems fitting. I guess I should also start reading some Ernest Hemingway.
5. Do you have a laundry system? Mine has often consisted of washing and drying a lot of laundry and folding none of it. After Arthur Dent was born, The International Man of Intrigue had to go back to grad school post haste, so I didn’t have much time to adjust to life with three. I did pretty well, except where the laundry was concerned. I kept it clean, and kept piling the clean laundry in one chair in our living room that became known as The Laundry Chair. When we moved to this house, the clean laundry took up residence on one end of a sofa, and was dubbed The Clean Laundry Pile. With six people that pile gets pretty mountainous sometimes, especially since I don’t like to let dirty laundry take over, so I do a load of wash every day. The last two weeks, I’ve made a huge and concerted effort to fold the laundry and put it away every single day. Since I only wash one load a day, this seemed doable. I forced myself to fold that load every day, because I knew if I even got behind a single load, I’d regrow Mount Laundry. I’m proud to report that today’s laundry was Arthur Dent’s bedding, and it was back on his bed well before bedtime. I’d like a Mommy Merit Badge for this.
I hope you all have a great week and that your NCAA bracket looks better than mine. I’ve got Wichita State University to win it all, so I’m looking forward to cheering on the Shockers on Thursday.