So, no trophy.
But I did get a cupcake.
A new cupcake-bakery place has opened here in town. It's one of those odd amalgam-restaurant things - there's a Rex's Chicken, a frozen-yogurt place, and the cupcake bakery all in one small facility.
(I admit saying somewhat bitterly to myself, when I saw them gearing up to open, "I better get there quickly before they close up shop." We had a Papa John's franchise for about three weeks one year, and there are a number of other businesses that have closed unpredictably fast. But they're perhaps a month in and still seem to be going...so maybe this one will make it.)
It's a chocolate cream cupcake. The cake part was quite good; the frosting was more gooey and sweet and abundant than I typically like frosting. (Still, I might go back some Thursday; they feature peanut butter cupcakes that day).
I mostly hung around at home after doing those errands; I thought perhaps I was getting a cold. (So I stayed home from the Tastefully Simple party I was invited to; I didn't want to risk infecting anyone. It sounds like enough people showed up anyway, so the person who gave it wasn't too disappointed.)
Apparently I wasn't - I felt much better this morning and since it was Blood Drive Sunday at church, I went in and gave blood and my temperature was normal (and my blood pressure was as normal as it ever is in a situation where I'm trying not to think about BIG GIANT NEEDLE GOING TO BE STUCK IN MY ARM.)
I was thinking about my friend J. who had open-heart surgery last week (luckily, it went well). Some years back, before his health problems started, he had been part of a push to continue the blood drives...I think he even went and gave a specific donation for a child needing surgery, a child who shared his unusual blood type.
What goes around comes around. I suppose open-heart surgery requires blood transfusions. Obviously, if he needed them, he got them.
I'm also picking through my stash. I'm wondering if maybe October should be Stashtober, where I go through and dig out some of the nice yarn I have and start projects with it. (I still don't know if my Mid-fall break is going to be a staycation or not...I had originally declared it would when I was worried about the IRS stuff, but things have changed a bit*).
I found some Regia yarn I bought over a year ago - a really pretty purply-pink sort of spatter-dyed yarn. And once again I changed my mind on what yarn I'm going to use for the Jane Brocket cabled socks: this one would be so nice for it.
And then I looked at the yarn, to verify I had enough:
Wait, what? The yarn is "saliva fast"? I've never seen that before. (German knitters - if any of you are reading - is this a common designation?) I can't imagine why that term would be used - unless they're talking about spit-splicing, which wouldn't work on this yarn ANYWAY, as it's superwash. Do they mean that a person can suck on their socks if they want to (ew). Or does it mean, "Hey, if you knit something for a baby from this, and they're teething and chew on the whatever-it-is, it won't hurt them"?
Or is it a reference to an early episode of SpongeBob SquarePants?:
# Both: [They are shocked beyond belief] [stammering] But, but, but, but. but, but. but, but...
# Mr.Krabs: Yeah, I lied. This paint actually comes off with saliva! [laughs]
# Spongebob: Oh, I get it, Mr. Krabs. You told us the paint is permanent so me and Patrick would be more careful not to get paint on anything!
# Mr.Krabs: Nah, I just like to mess with ya! [laughs. SpongeBob & Patrick glare at Mr. Krabs; they leave his house. Mr. Krabs spits all over the place while he is laughing] The old man’s still got it! [the paint comes off the wall from the spit] Aww, crud, I really got to learn to say it, not spray it.
(* My father, when he called me this weekend, told me he was sending a check to "help out" with the additional IRS costs. He didn't have to do that - I could have managed on my own - but it will make things happier and easier for me. I admit to being of two minds about this sort of thing: on the one hand, yes, I am very grateful and it will make my life easier for the next few weeks and if I decide I want to go and do something fun over mid-fall break I now feel like I can afford it. And if it makes him happy to do it - and I suppose it does - I can't say no to that. But I admit I also feel like I should be able to stand on my own two feet in these matters - and it was my own stupid mistake that caused the problem in the first place. So I don't know. (I know he has also occasionally helped my brother and sister-in-law, but then again, they live somewhere where the cost of living is much higher - and they have things like long commutes to pay for - and I think their combined incomes just approaches mine, so I never worried about "fairness" in that matter.)
2 comments:
Perhaps the combination of those three disparate food functions in a single place will be enough to sustain them. (I remember a combo Subway/BBQ joint in Pierre, South Dakota.)
But yes, you do need to drop in once in a while. There's what used to be a Taco Tico across the road from the neighborhood, and it's been about eight different things since then; now it's a little Italian joint, and we're trying to give them a boost. (Neighborhood Association meetings are now held there.)
Maybe your father is taking this way to give you your inheritance ... you don't have to pay tax on it and neither does he.
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