Buenas dias and happy Friday,
Seems this week I’m catching up with some series that I had missed out on in the past few months. Today it is Daily Dime, 08.2018 with Kristen at Taz and Belly. Participation is easy…take ten photographs over the course of a day and blog about it. Then link-up with the Daily Dime hosts and, of course, show their posts a little love.
Here are pictures from my Thursday, 08.16.
Daily Dime, 08.2018
I’ve been talking about my new morning routine in a couple of recent posts. Between it and my new job, I have a morning routine again for the first time in almost 4 years. And that makes me happy.
Roll out of bed, clean the litter box, head downstairs to feed the kitties, fix PC’s lunch, figure out what’s for dinner, and get myself a cup of coffee (love my programmable coffee maker). Have read that one cup of coffee in the morning can help battle depression.
I gather his phones, badge for work and clean his glasses then put them all together near his lunch box to make it easier for him to get out the door.
Mix up my Shakeology smoothie and head upstairs for quiet time.
Begin my quiet time.
Purrsimmony makes a better door than a window. No wonder I struggle to understand my Scripture some mornings. I see only every other word.
Showered, dressed, my little bit of make-up on and I am ready to go out into the world. Wearing my ‘librarians rock’ tee in honor of all the librarians going back to school this week. Have a great year!
Make the bed…always. Well, except on some Saturdays when PC almost forbids me to. I’ve always been a bed-maker. And look what “Psychology Today” says about that:
In a survey of 68,000 people by Hunch.com, 59 percent of people don’t make their beds. 27 percent do, while 12 percent pay a housekeeper to make it for them. Here’s what disturbed me: 71 percent of bed makers consider themselves happy; while 62 percent of non-bed-makers admit to being unhappy. Bed makers are also more likely to like their jobs, own a home, exercise regularly, and feel well rested, whereas non-bed-makers hate their jobs, rent apartments, avoid the gym, and wake up tired. All in all, bed makers are happier and more successful than their rumple-sheeted peers. [source]
And I am off to work.
Almost to work. Listening to the book Passing by Nella Larsen (recommended by my bud Daenel at Living Outside the Stacks) on the way to work and Everyday Holy by Melanie Shankle on the way home. I have mentioned before that when I get close to work, Google Maps switches from measuring in feet and miles to measuring in meters and kilometers…that’s how close it is to the border. My exit on the highway for work comes right after the exit for Juarez, Mexico.
The business next door to work I work is called MasTex. It sells assorted ‘stuff’ by the box-load. Boxes contain a little bit of everything but the kitchen sink. People come from Mexico to buy the boxes, then sit in the parking lot and go through each of the boxes they’ve purchased, separating the good stuff from the junk. They load up their cars with the goodies and throw away the rest.
I found this darling little slipper in the parking lot. Wonder if some little Cinderella is missing it?
Inputting clothes into the seller hub for the eBay stores I am working for. Those thicker bundles of clothes are lots of Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger and Lacoste polo shirts. Also created records for Free People, Anne Klein, Diesel, Eileen Fisher, Miss Me clothes. Had a really cute faux leather top this morning.
Payday pedi. Which wound up making a huge dent in my paycheck. The technician(?) asked what type pedicure I wanted. Classic, $25, Deluxe, $35 or Premium, $45. I told him I wanted my legs massaged. He pointed at $35 and I nodded. Closed my eyes while Calgon took me away and 30 minutes later my bill was $50. Started to question which pedi was $50 since there was nothing above the Premium on the ‘menu’ of services. But you get tired of fighting the fight sometimes. You know? With my $10 tip, that was the most expensive 30 minute pedicure I have ever had. Could have had my whole body massaged for that price!
Home from pedi. Pool is brushed, laundry is folded, dinner is prepared and ready to throw in the oven when PC gets home.
Received an answer to the complaint I filed with the State Bar of Texas from our jack wagon former lawyer. The relaxation from my pedi is fleeting. Working on my rebuttal. Part of his answer included medical records from 2 cosmetic surgeries he has had. One in 2013, another in 03.2018 while he was ‘working’ (I used the term loosely) on our case. Included 8 pages of before and after photos from his lower face lift and upper and lower eye lid lifts. Copies of his prescriptions, follow-up appointment notes. Crazy. And keeps getting crazier. I guess he had bigger fish to fry than our measly little lawsuit.
Purrsnickitty is ever so helpful. Preparing to sprawl across those papers like a furry paperweight.
Grateful that my Prince has baseball practice this afternoon. I take advantage with a swim.
See that crack? That’s one of 32 (at last count) around the edge of our pool. Some spanning the entire width of the deck and running down the edge toward the water.
After 2 hours of baseball practice in close to triple-digit temps, PC is home for dinner. I made skinny chicken salad thinking it would be light for our late meal. Recipe here.
Have spent a lot of my evening working on this post and watching “Live PD”. We go up to bed and I read The Woman in the Window, our summer virtual book club’s fourth selection. PC watches “The Office” re-runs. Lights out at 10:30.
How would your “Daily Dime, 08.2018″ look? If you were to share photos of the last few days in your life, what would they show? While my photos are not examples of exceptional photography, I hope they give you an idea of a typical day in my life. Exciting stuff!!!
Have a restful, restorative weekend, gals! Come back by again. Sure appreciate your visits.
Hugs and kisses,