a quick succession of busy nothings*

(*Has everyone here seen Mansfield Park? I'm not talking about the newer one with Billie Piper looking completely contemporary and odd but the 1990s one that took liberties and added Johnny Lee Miller, Alessandro Nivola and also bewbs. That one was really good, I thought.)

Now that my own linens are clean(ish) I'm tackling the ones GH slept on all week in the guest bedroom. Today's sunshine and melting snow fooled me into thinking it would be a great day to save some gas money and put the clean wet sheets out on the clothesline to try. My frozen blue fingers said maybe I should have waited. It's still Cache Valley Cold out there.

Tonight's dinner will be Cicada's carbonara, which I haven't made in years but am very excited about. Because I'm considering trying out that Zone Diet thingie (to help me eat more vegetables and less Cheetos) my body is preemptively willing me to ingest as many empty carbs as I can get my hands on. There will also be asparagus too, though. Maybe.

Finished re-reading The Marriage Bureau for Rich People for this week's book group. Since last month's book was Anna Karenina, we decided to veer into lighter, "maybe listening to your parents and having an arranged marriage could be a good idea" territory as a follow-up.

I'm also trying to de-stain the Tiny Dark Lord's new white cotton Oxford shirt. The story there is that we attended a funeral for GH's grandmother yesterday in Bountiful. At the grave site, which was halfway up the mountain near the Bountiful Temple, there was still a lot of snow. So someone used a back hoe to clear away the snow and create a (wet, muddy) path for us. After the graveside service, TDL ran away from me, tripped, and fell face-first into a muddy tire track. Pants, shirt, face, glasses, everything caked in mud. Good times.

two minutes before the big bid for freedom

The funeral was really nice. I heard so many great stories about Grandma Lula, and even GH learned some things he hadn't known about her. She was 94 years old and died at home with lots of family around. I'm glad that I got to know her, and that the Tiny Dark Lord did too. Even though he won't remember her, we'll be able to show him pictures of them together and tell him stories about her. The theme that kept coming through in all the stories and memories people shared was that she loved everyone unconditionally, which I think is a pretty great legacy to leave behind.