Kidless...Day 3

Today, I only put on shoes to go for a walk. I am about to lose them again. Maybe.

I posted about my great find. After that, I found a diary page that Miss Mino had written. At least I assume it was Miss Mino. It's a tiny page with a lot of dates on it. Entries are very short and focused on the day's events, like "Jan. 30: Mr. Burrell came this a.m. about 5:30. (All I could think is, I don't care how cute he is...nobody is hot enough to be knocking on my door at 5:30 a.m.!!). Rec. my ring today. It is a beauty." Engagement ring, I wonder? I bet so. I wish there was a year given. I'm going with sometime in the 1930s.

Okay. Clearly I didn't read this thing all the way through the first time. She seems to be looking for letters from Charles Burell. That's the man she married, judging from other letters. But the entry for Feb. 4 says "No letter. Got a vibrator today." Oh my! Perhaps she didn't consider posterity might read this?? Bahahaha The very next entry on the same day sobers you up in a hurry, though. "Roy Bricker's baby buried today."

Anyway...so my kidless day today was fairly productive. Catie's room is clean. And I do mean clean. She's probably going to kill me, but I'm a happy camper.

I finished a lot later than I wanted, made egg sandwiches again for dinner and went for a long walk. My walking buddy is at a conference until tomorrow, so I had to talk to myself while I walked. (I'm kidding...sort of!) But it felt great to get out of the house and get some blood moving.

I'm trying to talk myself into being in the mood for a movie, but I'm just not. I want to go find some trouble to get into, but that costs money. Ah, well...there's always laundry and bathrooms. Is it Friday yet?