Today was a disappointing day. I had so many plans but only managed to get dressed in a housecoat and crochet a little today. I had wanted to go to Catholic mass but got up what I considered too late. I woke up and looked at the clock and it was 1115am and mass started at noon. I could have gotten dressed and gone but I would have had to go by myself and I just wasn't up to it. In fact, I really needed to take a shower but since I had decided that I wasn't going anywhere outside of the house, I just dressed in a housecoat.
I stayed up in the bedroom watching our smart tv, watching Apprentice UK from YouTube. I was playing on the computer, getting used to this one I am using now. I missing having my 10 key pad and a home button. The screen and the keys are smaller but I am getting used to it. The mouse pad is a little different, too, and you have to press the mouse pad on one corner or another instead of having clear buttons for it. I have had situations where I had two fingers on the pad and enlarged or shrunk the screen. Trying very hard to not do that again.
I suffered from major guilt most of today, for not going to mass. Silly, I know, but I should have set a clock to be up earlier so I could have eaten and gotten up the courage to go on my own. Hubby said he would support me in my quest for my faith, going back to church and getting involved in it. Hubby said he would go with me to mass and support me but he wouldn't be joining himself. And he would only go to mass with me once a week. And Saturday mass was the one. Today would be by myself and I just couldn't do it. So I felt guilty about it. Catholic for a day, guilt trip already. Ha!
Hubby was very busy, making the stacked enchiladas, doing laundry, and cleaning up the kitchen. So when he was almost done and came upstairs to watch tv with me while doing laundry, I told him he could watch whatever he wanted and if I didn't want to watch it, I could play something on my computer and listen with ear buds, or read a book. He decided to watch the Lego movie. I watched Apprentice UK on the computer and sat next to him. When he fell asleep and his head moved to an odd angle, I laid a hand on his and woke him, telling him he should lay down flatter. He drifted on and off through the movie but was up and going afterwards. He then decided to watch a movie on Dracula, how Vlad the Impaler became a vampire. A movie about a real person becoming a fictional character. And he got the movie for me, thinking that I like horror movies so I should like this. I do like horror movies, some kinds of them, but I am not into Dracula. I must admit that the movie is not bad. The story behind it, the real life story of Vlad the Impaler, as told by hubby, is interesting. Though I don't go out of my way to read history, sometimes hubby's fascination with it is interesting. Hubby has a way of taking a subject I barely got a C in in high school, and make it interesting.
I am learning that when I am eating something, if it doesn't taste like I think is should, doesn't regale me with it's flavor, I should stop eating it. Like now, hubby brought me a brownie from the pan he bought at the store. It has frosting on top, was moist and thick. I ate 2 bites out of it, and didn't taste what my mind says it should taste like. I took another bite and tried to taste it. I barely tasted anything. To me it was flavorless. I liked the crunch of the frosting, but was that any reason to waste my time eating it? The oral fixation was there but I decided it wasn't worth the calories. I'd rather have an apple, so I gave the brownie to hubby and will get an apple later. That will make 3 servings of fruit today. I am pushing for 5, and a glass of juice can do that.
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