#2790 Saturday with Sandy

This morning started out with pancakes. MT and I have both been wanting some. He wanted to go out, and  I wanted to stay home, so I made some delicious pancakes right in my kitchen. It had been awhile, and boy, did those pancakes hit the spot!

MT had big plans to do some remodeling/fix up in his bathroom today, so he went to Lowes to buy some stuff. While he was gone, I did some art. Jill the Artist sent out a prompt in her recent newsletter to create a fall wreath. I set a timer for about 50 minutes, put on some music, and lost myself for a little while. Here’s what I came up with:

I know wreaths typically don’t have stuff in the center, but I just kept on sketching. I guess that kind of makes the wreath more of a frame. Can you spot the wee hedgehog? I like the owl, too.

After all that drawing and painting, I felt like cleaning the floors and surfaces downstairs. I’m sure I’ve mentioned how much hair and dust gathers in the house because of my sweet doggos. MT actually swept a lot of hair up while I was making pancakes. I used a swiffer and got a lot more hair and dust with that tool. I also dusted and vacuumed the kitchen rug. It was truly amazing how much dust and hair was sucked up by the Dyson. 

With the downstairs looking about 73% better than it had, I was ready for lunch and TV time. I watched an episode of the limited series From Scratch on Netflix. I read the book when it came out a couple of years ago. The show is a little different, but the author of the memoir by the same name is a co-creator, along with her sister, so it’s okay. The first episode takes place in Florence, so I really loved it. I’ll watch the rest of the series, hopefully in the next week. 

This evening, MT and I went to the cinema to see Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. It was long and had kind of a slow start - not counting the opening sequence which made me sob. I even made noises. It’s not a spoiler to say that the opening sequence is a funeral scene for King T’Chala, who was, of course, played by the late Chadwick Boseman. 

I was absolutely crushed when Chadwick Boseman died. I remember sitting out in the parking lot of Petsmart and sobbing. His death came at a time in my own life when I was going through some crap, and I think his death was something that just released all the grief and sorrow I was feeling at the time. The opening credits of this movie were all photos of Boseman, and it triggered the memory of sobbing in the car, and I was weeping, tear-y mess.

Now I am home watching the Utah/Stanford football game. The Utes are up 34-7 with a minute left in the third quarter. Utah is a good football team. I’ve done a lot of watching today!

Good night!