Yesterday, like the day before I walked with Bill in the morning--about a mile--just to exercise. I went to the post office to mail the b'day pkg to Ian and mail some bills, I delivered flowers and two shirts to Amy's and she wanted to talk so I stayed about 30 min. longer. I went to M's, took her to the grocery store, came back to unload, went to lunch (she pays because I drive, plus she gives me extra money sometimes at the end of a long day), went to get her hair cut, then home to clean up the kitchen, dump garbage, check emails. I also posted on slssite. E came over, the little 5th grader from next door. She wanted to know what my dress form was, I told her, put a dress on it to show her. She wound up trying on a lot of the partial pieces of dresses and slips I use in my flower and shirt making and came to the pile of jeans clothes I'm working on. She tried them on and they all fit and I agreed to finish them for her. She says she doesn't have anything to wear to church --new Christian who's been coming for a few months. I believe her because she shows up in long pants and a tshirt and not a good one. Her parents just got divorced, Mom left to another state and she's Mom-lonely. She said, " Since Mom's gone and she doesn't like deer meat, you could make us some of that soup, like when we moved in." (Hint, hint) I asked her what she had for supper the last few days and she said, Pizza for the last two weeks. I don't think Dad's too concerned for their health or his. It's also way easier to just buy pizza. I'll have to inform him that he can buy ready-made food that is healthy--plus, I'll probably make that soup as well. She came over, hoping that Bill was going to church (did last week for a special violin recital for Suzuki group and took her). She said she loves going to church. She was a case, though, pestering Bill and running up and down the stairs to the balconey while he was setting up. He came home, pestered and put out and puffing, saying he was glad they didn't have to stay longer than the setup. I feel sorry for the girls and Dad's not much of a nurturer--physically or spiritually, though he confesses to have grown up in the church--doesn't make you a Christian. I made supper after she left--leftovers, just what I had planned and enough for just Bill and me--too bad I hadn't planned a whole meal. After supper I cleaned up, ran the dishwasher, made loaves from the bread dough that had been rising all day and Bill and I sat on the couch and watched a tivoed show, bath and bed. Bill had wanted to just mow the lawn, that needed it desperately, but E's Dad was waiting to talk to Bill and, of course, they talked. Bill excused himself and said he just had to mow. (E's Dad goes to work at 6:00 and comes home at 2:00. At least, he's there when the kids get home.)
Valueable : Talking to E, helping M, talking to Bill
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