It Was the Best of Times and It Was the Worst of Times . . .

My week, it started off badly . . . Paul left on high adventure and I wouldn’t see or hear from him for days.
But then (shortly after he left) . . .
Allie called from the airport.  Since Paul wasn’t home, I didn’t have to share any of the time with anyone.  Oh, it was wonderful to hear her voice!
That day, I took myself to the movies. . . .

we don’t go to the movies very often.
The next day, I went to check out some places I had never been to that Paul had no interest in going to . . .

My timing was great for the restaurant supply store.  . I didn’t know they had a once a year sale with really good prices!

And I made lemonade from scratch.  My arms ached after squeezing all those lemons!

The next day, I got to play some tennis with some better-than-me players.  I don’t know what go into me, but I chose NOT to move out of the way of an overhead and it hit me in the face.  *sob sob*  There was no one at home to console me.

But I felt good enough to try my hand at homemade spaghetti.  It’s always scared me to try but I did it!

I had an unsuccessful visit to a podiatrist for my toenail fungus.  I got a lecture on how “stupid” doctors are that think there is a cure for it.  That was a waste of time and money.

I finished my solo week with some more tennis (with no injuries this time) . . .

and new dishes!

While Paul might have been off having some “fun”, I think I had more fun. . . . I wonder what I will do next year for my “high” adventure!

Scarily Ambitious

I stink at decorating, always have.  I feel like most anything I do looks pretty dorky. 
But this year, I tried to do MORE. 
I was feeling a little batty . . . .

and decided it was time to try my hand at pumpkin carving.  We hadn’t had a pumpkin grace our doorstep ever since all our pumpkins were smashed within less than an hour of placing them outside.
I have no memories of ME ever carving a pumpkin so it was time to create a new memory. Paul gets as excited about decorating as I do, so he was not overly thrilled with the prospect of pumpkin carving (someone had to help the kids all those years), so I was on my own.
I bought what I thought looked like a reasonable pumpkin

and a pumpkin carving kit complete with patterns.  So I picked an easy one. . . it would be embarrassing to fail and have to buy ANOTHER pumpkin.

I “think” I followed the instructions in addition to taking a sufficient amount of pictures. 

TaDa!  I learned I could do it and that pumpkin guts are disgusting.  Now I have to decide if I’m going to try a harder one next year, or stop while I’m ahead!