Beautiful weather. Oddly enough, when you live in the South, as the temperatures go below 100F. or so, it almost feels fall-ish. Right now supposedly it's 87F. and I'm in the bedroom with the fan on low and the window up. Feels wonderful. But add about ten degrees to that number, the fan is turned up and the window closes. Guess it's what you're used to. I have friends who live further north and they have a hard time with upper eighties. You have my sympathies, but send it on.
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A bit anxious about meeting the mother-of-the-bride tomorrow. Was wondering what was making me jittery this morning, and that's it. At the store, though, was able to price things for the rehearsal dinner. Picnic sorts of supplies. Keeping a tally. Want to make a good impression even though it's supposed to be low-key. And in talking to son in California, who's done lots of catering with his jobs, he was able to give me some pointers on the food---what can be made ahead and frozen, etc. Help is good.
But it's not tomorrow yet. The house is reasonably clean, about to hang out clothes, the day is breezy which is so nice, chickens need hugs and I have a lap, I'm making vegetable soup and cornbread for dinner, nothing pressing, and have enough food in the house for the weekend. What more could I possibly want?
