Wellup. I went grocery shopping over the weekend and got something marked as raspberry oranges. They were on sale, and you know me...
This morning, I got up to pack Tim's lunch. When I pack him an orange, I always take a slice off the top of the rind, and then score the sides of the orange four times, to make it quick to peel. Getting a look at the orange, it was black. I thought for sure it was a rotten orange. I peeled it and split it. It was juicy and smelt wonderful. My sister was on call last night and spent the night here. She watched in horror as I cautiously sampled a slice. It was delicious.
I have never seen a black orange in my life, so that was an interesting start to the day. I should have taken a picture, but well...it was morning...I hadn't had my coffee...mumble...mumble...
For three days running, I've heard airplane horror stories. The unruly passenger who was tackled by passengers. An attendant smacked him across the head with a coffee pot. Multiple times. Then there was the story about the tires blowing up on the plane. Finally, last night, there was the story about a plane making an emergency return because someone noticed a snake in the light.
A coincidence, I'm sure.
I visited with a friend on Sunday while our husbands watched the Stupor Bowl. She asked me if I wasn't afraid to fly alone. Her brother was dying and she couldn't bring herself to go to him because she would have had to fly alone. I wonder why that would be so scary? If I had to say that I'm afraid of anything at all, it would be having a positive test result on the test before I fly out. I honestly don't think I'll actually believe it is all happening for real until I am well over the Atlantic Ocean.
It is supposed to be snowing and 25 degrees (-3.8c) here when I leave. It is supposed to be 10 degrees c (50f) when I land in Birmingham. We are supposed to be having two 50 degree days here, starting today, and I am excited about the warm up. I am assured that I will be freezing at 50 degrees in the UK. This is something I will be very interested in experiencing for myself.
When William and I walked home from school last Friday night, there was an estate sale. I like to browse through these things. It is hard to tell what you will discover. We gave William weekly drum lessons for his main Christmas gift, and there was an awful lot of drum stuff - a snare drum, a pack of probably 20 sets of drum sticks, a cajon, a practice pad. William and I studied the things. We had already bought him a practice pad for his birthday on Friday (shhhh...don't tell him), but the other things were pricey. Regretfully, I said, "We'll just wait to see how interested you become in this hobby before sinking a lot of money into equipment." A man standing nearby said, "You're a drummer?" William puffed up a little but his words were modest. "I just started taking lessons." The man said, "That's awesome. Stick with it. It attracts the ladies!"
Anyways, I did make a purchase there. I found an unopened package of Jiffy Peat Pots, 72 count for $1. I snapped them up. I will start my tomatoes and peppers before I go. I will start the cucumbers when I get back. I'm way more excited about this than is warranted, I guess. It feels as if it's been a long winter.