Today dawned even more gorgeous than yesterday (and Utah folk - I hear the temps rose there too! Yay!!) I got a fabulous haircut, colored the gray with, well... color (even more important), and drove towards home with the top down. I was lovin' life. I made a stop at Home Depot, and wandered up and down trying to decide what I wanted. I decided on cilantro, oregano, and lemon balm. I don't know how you use lemon balm (anyone?) but the leaves smell deliciously lemony and that's enough for me. So voila! My herb garden is growing.
When I got home, I hit the garage door closer, went into the house, set my purse down, walked out the kitchen door to the porch, and set the plants down. I turned around to walk back in and OH NO!!! - I was locked out. I stood there thinking what to do for about 5 minutes. The garage door was shut, the car was in the garage with the opener. My purse, keys, and phone were inside in the kitchen. I briefly considered breaking the glass on the door to get inside, but quickly decided against it. I didn't want to clean up broken glass. NO ONE has a spare key. My son gave his back to us last week. My parents don't have one. I could see that I was going to have to spend the weekend on my front porch if I didn't think of something. So I went next door. My neighbors, Dolce and Gabbana (actually, Debbie and Greg, but I could never remember their names until I thought of D&G - Dolce and Gabbana.) ANYWAY, Gabbana was home, and I think I love him. He hopped over my fence, grabbed the ladder (which LUCKILY L hadn't put away), climbed up to my bedroom window (the only window in the whole house that was open a little bit), took the screen off and dove inside. He never even commented on how messy my bedroom was. L would have been horrified. I need to bake him a cake or something. I am truly grateful, and more than a little embarrassed. When I discussed all this with L over the phone, we agreed that we need to have a spare key somewhere.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but nice. A little time in the sun with a book, a little shopping, and an hour of so of gardening and giving everything a drink. I even enjoyed cooking for myself. I am a good cook, but I don't really like cooking only for me. I'm more prone to eat a hunk of cheese or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Laziness is all it is. But, my friends, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf so my husband will stop telling me that I'll need to croak off first because I don't know how to take care of myself. I DO know how to take care of myself. I mixed some cilantro and chopped basil from my garden with fresh tomatoes and vinaigrette, and crumbled goat cheese over it for my salad. I cubed some watermelon and drizzled balsamic vinegar lightly over it. (Doesn't sound good? You should try it - really. An amazing combo of sweet and vinegar. So tasty.) And a hamburger patty. That's not so special, but I'm trying to lose weight, and it's protein. And it was organic. So... there.
I'm going to slather on a facial masque, watch a movie, and just relax. I feel like I took strides today. Small ones, maybe, but still. I didn't sit home feeling sorry for myself. I did things and enjoyed my own company. And if I talked to myself out loud a little bit in the process, so what? Rome wasn't built in a day, and I've told you: I like to talk. And to be honest, the conversation was fascinating.