Ahhh, Valentine’s Day. The world is bathed in pink and red and every heart emanates a glow of love. Or not.
G and I don’t buy into the whole Valentine’s Day thing. We used to go out for dinner, but someone would always forget to make a reservation so that rarely turned out well. Plus, if we’re going to spend a bunch of money on a meal, why go on a night when the restaurant is packed and servers are overwhelmed? Yesterday he did bring me beautiful red roses, and that’s not a Valentine’s only thing. If he’s in Costco on a Saturday afternoon, he’ll pick up a bouquet for me. We have a good relationship. I’m very, very fortunate to have found him, and don’t need Hallmark cards to prompt me to tell him that.
But I remember being single (very single) on Valentine’s Day and if I was again, I’d do something special for myself today like get my nails done or say screw it to the laundry and just have a long bath. Really, shouldn’t we treat ourselves as well as well as we’d treat anyone else?
Last Saturday I had my eyes checked for the first time in about 3 years. My former optician was a fancy eye doctor in the ritzy part of town. His shop offers just the most fashionable frames and he sold me on two pairs of glasses in gorgeous albeit pricey frames. One pair is for driving on the highway at night, and the other for studying teeny tiny type. This new-to-me eye doctor told me to keep my distance lenses, and to just pick up some readers for reading, the computer and sewing. Each task needs a bit different strength, so this made the most sense.
Seriously, don’t you love service providers who give you a reasonably priced alternative? On Thursday I bought 3 pairs of readers for $19.99. Maybe I’m not as ‘stylish’, but let’s face it – I’m far from the cutting edge of fashion and the people I hang with don’t really care. But the really fun part is now I have an excuse to buy the really tacky, rhinestone encrusted readers.
Well, cold for Atlanta. Every day this week the temperature was lower here than it was in western Canada. I wore my big down filled parka to work on Wednesday, and that wasn’t because I was being a wimp. With the wind chill, it was 17F or -8C.
When we had a house I always kept the bird feeders full in cold weather, and while we lived in the north I had bird bath heaters so water was always available. A few years ago our HOA had a super controlling President who created all kinds of new rules, one of which was a ban on feeding birds with seed. Last week I found dried insects for bird feeders. Now I can feed the birds without running afoul of the ever-present eyes of the HOA. The kitties are thrilled to have their afternoon entertainment back!
How was your week?