Alone Time

The last couple of days have been pretty quiet around here.
Baby and I have been working opposite schedules, so when she's home, I'm gone and vice versa.

I had the day shift yesterday, and hadn't slept much the night before, so was feeling pretty wiped out.

When I'm alone a lot, I often feel the need to do something a little bit indulgent, just to take the edge off  - so I baked up some cookies that I found on Pinterest - (I cheated though, I used a sugar cookie mix) and warmed up some apple juice with cinnamon candies melted in, and had myself a little autumnal moment.

The only thing that would have made it better is if my next installment of Dark Shadows had come in the mail.  (I'm having so much fun watching them - I remember being addicted as a teenager, but I don't remember anything else about it.  It's been fun re-discovering the stories.  The ones I've been getting are old un-edited originals, so they have all the mistakes - line flubs and story inconsistencies still intact.
Kind of funny :-)

The recipe is just a snicker doodle cookie with a rolo candy rolled inside - yum!

The weather has been great here lately - pleasant days, and cool nights.  In fact, the other morning when I woke up, I had to close the window tight because it was downright cold!

The day my husband left town, I had the day off, so I hopped in the truck and drove to Provo.
It's the first time all summer I've been able to get out of town (because of my broken car,) and I've been desperately in need of some lotion for my poor dried out cardboard-cut-up hands.
(My favorite brand isn't available here.)

It was just a quick little trip (and expensive in the gas-hog of a truck,) but I stopped at all my most favorite haunts - Bath & Body works, TaiPan Trading, Archiver's and Barnes & Noble.
Then I grabbed a bit of lunch, and headed back out of town before the rush hour traffic began.
(I don't think that freeway construction is EVER going to end!)

Pleasant day.

On the way home, for some reason, I started thinking about the old music teacher at the high school.
(He's retired now.)  My kids all had him - he was the most respected - and feared person, not only at school, but in the entire community.

He was very strict, and had zero tolerance for wise-cracking, horse play, or any form of tom-foolery.
If a person misbehaved, all he had to do was raise the "Dahlquist finger" (index finger pointed up - first warning.)  There was no second warning - if the behavior continued, the student was just gone - banished from the class forever more.  Flunked, condemned and shunned from society (or so the legend goes, I don't know if anyone ever truly found out.)

Anyway, the name Dahlquist is still spoken in hushed and reverent tones anywhere you go here in town...

The funny thing is that our dog even responds to the Dahlquist finger - just point it at him, and he lowers his head and lays down on the carpet until instructed to do otherwise.

Strange but true.  ha ha.

Had a few moments to myself again this morning, so I'm taking time to spend it here recording and reflecting...

I've talked to a few of my sisters this week - one just because she was lonely, one who is wanting a visit  - the other, I contacted to ask for some help doing a yard sale.  She agreed, and asked when - but there is where it will probably die.  I have no time left to ask off this month or next - weekends are all scheduled already - and after that, the weather will probably turn and yard sale time will be over.

I'm so wanting to unclutter and de-junk though.

It's a dilemma...

My oldest daughter is home now, and breakfast is in the oven.

Alone time has passed...

Till next time.
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