I had one of those nights when I wake up around 3 and can’t get back to sleep. I’m not sure what was keeping me up exactly, but I’m going to blame my digestive system. Hopefully I can sleep more through the night tonight. I pretty much got up at the 6:30 alarm. Tomorrow will be back to 6. And on Friday, I’m looking at a morning jog or at least a mile walk up and down the hill. I want to get back into that habit of rolling out of bed and walking.
The plums that I’d gotten from my neighbor were getting soft at an alarming rate, so I hauled out my dehydrator. I chopped them in halves and got them to work. From what I’d read online about these, I could expect ten to fifteen hours at 140 degrees, so it’s been running all day. I’ll let it shut off before I go to bed and might restart it in the morning if the fruit doesn’t seem sufficiently dry. I’m also going to reach out to my neighbor tomorrow and ask if I can get some more since I now have a way to preserve them. I’ll also offer him some dried ones. I don’t know if he has a dehydrator himself. I know he does canning.
I’ve been feeling tired this week. The weather is changing, and my period should be arriving soon. I am enjoying the sunrises and sunsets. It’s nice to be able to see both without getting up early or staying up late. The light has been so beautiful this week. My throat is a bit sore. I did a lot of singing over the last two days, plus work meetings in which I generally talk a lot.
I found the flute music for the song that I’ll be playing the flute for in choir this year, “Here We Come A-Caroling.” Lots of high notes, 6/8 time, and a few key changes, but none of the keys are hard ones. I did a full play through this evening, and I think I’ll be able to get it just fine with practice. I will need to get the music printed out.
Instead of salad dressing, I just added some of my pickles to my lettuce and tomato. It was good flavoring, but I might add a dash of oil next time for texture. I really want to get in the habit of making those pickles to have on hand. I love a dill pickle, but these are so fresh and they remind me of Ambrose in that good way. Makes me feel like he’s here, almost.
I was a little late to the hot springs, but it was not crowded at all. I shared the hot tub with a retired couple visiting from a Lenore, ID. We had some good conversation and spotted a double rainbow. I may never see them again, but it was a good connection nonetheless. I mentioned my husband in my conversation, but they didn’t ask about him so I didn’t have to tell them that I was a widow. Tomorrow is 14 months since he died. Time just keeps going on without him.
My next writing assignment is a romance short story. I’m not as familiar with romance as I am with science fiction and fantasy. But much of my science fiction and fantasy includes some elements of romance. And there are at least a couple romance books that I’ve read. I’m going to let my mind simmer on it a bit and hopefully I’ll come up with something I can turn in by the deadline Sunday night.
