Another Pleasant Valley Monday

 

Good morning, friends!

Normally I'd be off to Bible study ... but due to some ladies' Life Alerts (unavoidable commitments) we're taking a little recess.

Since we talked last, yes.  Tom and I decided there was nowhere else he'd like to go for his birthday than back to Long Horn.  

Followed by a pedicure... and a necessary nap!

Our second runner-up's not going to happen until after my dental appointment tomorrow.  A consolation prize, if you will ... not dissimilar to times my mother would take me to Baskin Robbins for not biting the dentist. (lol)

Our days have been mostly unremarkable.     

After several disappointing starts, I cried "Uncle!" and deleted most of my Kindle Unlimited titles.  Who needs that kind of guilt staring you in the face when you open your tablet?  I've dropped Kindle Unlimited and added my name to some promising-sounding reads at the Public Library's ebook queue. 

I've also been experimenting in the powder room.  (Nope, I'm not trying to trim my bangs again.  Ever.)

Have you ever considered the evolution of a plum?  A plump juicy plum eventually becomes a withered, wrinkled prune.   Heralded by many of a certain age, prunes aren't so attractive.   Same as my face.

Aside from her signature red lipstick, my mother never wore make-up.  And because I'd no older sister or friends to school me in the subtle art of cosmetology, my early attempts were less than stellar.  (That doesn't mean photographic evidence doesn't exist, but I won't be publishing anything.)

So we were recently watching something forgettable on morning television about this year's "hot" new colors.  The stylist was decorating a someone's eyelids with greens/blues/mauves.  Tom remarked, "That's like putting chrome on a rusted automobile."  Ha!

Anyway I've finally adopted the philosophy, "less is more."  I've ditched ebony eyeliner

 for a gray crayon, lubricated with a little coconut oil.

I'm still fascinated with brows -- or my lack of.  I recently watched a tutorial for "mature women" that I'm trying to copy.  Sometimes I worry I'll look like a caterpillar's taken up residence on my face, but ya know what?

It's all fun.
As I've said before, I can always serve as a bad example.     

In spite of Great Intentions to behave in a productive manner, yesterday morning I felt a touch of flu.  Chilled to the bone, I took to the loveseat under 2 quilts and 2 little dogs for 2 delicious hours.  Thankfully, that not only prevented me from yard work, I recovered in time to enjoy the delicious rib-eye and buttery asparagus Tom prepared.

To borrow a term from my favorite speaker (Jennifer Rothschild), this week's looking to be "unfun."

Following tomorrow's obligatory dentist, we've Tom's Pulmonologist on Thursday ... plus the girls' Pro-Heart injections Friday.   Somewhere in between, the fence man and painter are coming by to give us what I pray are reasonable quotes.   I'm both relieved and a little sad that Tom's come to the conclusion some projects are better left to younger men.

It's all good.  After all, this is my favorite month and I'm gonna look for that soul sunshine all over the place.

Have yourselves a good'un!

Hugs, Myra