I headed into town to have coffee with Brianna. She suggested a new coffee as I went up to order. I started to say, "You know, I'm a vanilla cappuccino kind of gal" but then I stopped. It's been a week of discovery about myself. I looked at her and said, "You know what? I'm going to try a new coffee." I did. It was good.
I returned a couple DVDs to the video store.
I also returned a stack of books that had been loaned to me last fall. I sat with a cup of tea, and talked some more. There is nothing nicer than good conversation and hearty laughter.
I came home, unloaded (and stacked) a truck load of firewood. The sweater I'd pulled on proved to be too heavy, so I shucked it, working in my shirtsleeves. I was sweaty by the time that I was done. Mighty peculiar weather we are having for November.
I finished putting away some things from the back deck, and then ambled in and whipped up a batch of pizza dough. I have the best recipe. 4 3/4 c. flour, 3 tsp. yeast, 1 tbls. rosemary olive oil and two cups of warm water. I mix the whole thing up with the Kitchenaid mixer while I put everything away and wash the dishes, then turn around, dump the dough on a floured surface and knead a little more flour in until it's how I like it, divide it in half and put half in a zip lock bag in the freezer for another day, and roll the other out. Slap in in a pan, let raise, bake and then top and finish baking. It's a great supper and quick.
After supper, I talked to one highly caffeinated daughter who was writing a paper she was stressing over, heading on a coffee date ("Who's Jim? What do you mean that it is not your first date? Oh, and I suggest decaf.") Then I curled up on the couch with a good book while Tim puttered on the computer.
It was a nice day, a quiet night, jampacked with pleasant things. Earlier, I had been talking to my aunt about how different I felt. That I couldn't explain really, but I just felt alive and good and free and unselfconscious. I said, "You know, I bought a couple bottles on wine, and it just occurred to me that you should always have a bottle of wine in the house. You just never know when you are going to have a reason to celebrate." And we laughed together. But I was right. Tonight, Mary called. She had a suspicious PET scan a couple weeks back. She had gone to Pittsburgh for a second opinion. I'd been thinking of her all day. Mary had good news from the doctors there. I had a glass of red wine and celebrated with my friend.