Another busy one. When my days weren't so jam packed and stressful, I was writing "another day on plan" ... now I see those days aren't as frequent. Today was mostly on plan, but that was possibly due to terror at seeing the scale up a gajillion pounds. DH and I both weighed in three pounds heavier in one day ... we were trying to think what it was from. But I'm up a good bit. Will see how it shakes out with more attention to eating regularly and not skipping my snacks and then going into a meal overly hungry. This plan isn't hard. It isn't a starvation plan, in fact she says if you're hungry, EAT. If you're still awake a few hours after dinner, eat another snack to keep your metabolism firing.
In chapter 7 of I still wish at times that I ran a B&B ... made a recipe of
cinnamon roll cookies for DH to take in to his work this morning. They look like cinnamon rolls, but are cookies. Then tonight after I got home, I prepped another batch and just finished them for my office. I joked to DH that these would be a recipe that only got made twice a month at our B&B... too much work with the chilling the dough, rolling out, chilling, etc.
A neighbor had spinal surgery last week and the day after, she suffered something that mimics a stroke, but wasn't another stroke, but she still has a long way to go in rehab again. Got the ingredients to make a dinner with sides for them - DH suggested my chicken pot pie - it reheats easily and can be frozen if they like. Our weather turned cold and blustery, so it sounded like a good plan. Will try to do that tomorrow night, because I have to leave town early Wednesday morning for two days. If I don't, there's no time limit on bringing something over, so can wait until Friday.
DH and I headed out to see his younger daughter's apartment yesterday evening. I didn't want to go, in all honesty. I felt like it was another opportunity for him to be let down. It actually went well. She was opening cupboards, pulling out this and that and telling us where she got it, - church mission shop, 63 cents. Goodwill, 29 cents, etc. We brought a box of things from our cabinets, but didn't go overboard. At one point, I went over to her took her face in my hands and said, "We're proud of you. You're doing a good job, and you're making smart choices. But PLEASE be true to who you are. You're smart, you deserve to be respected. Don't let anyone talk you into doing anything that you know is wrong. Don't let ANYONE bring you down with them. You control your future... and we're proud of you." ... well, she started crying and said I'm the first one to tell her that, she never hears that. She knows to not let anyone bring her down, etc. ... I wondered how she was going to blow her nose with all her nose piercings. Turns out without tissues in a first apartment, you just don't. We took her out to dinner, and will pick up a few things this week, I suppose. Some bins for her clothes and put things like cat care items, cleaning products, food storage, Puffs, paper towels, etc. I feel like I'm setting myself up to get taken advantage of, so we'll see. But I ended up having to about push DH toward her to give her a hug when she was crying. He doesn't read situations well. Thanks for letting me release here. If you can see down the road and know I'm setting myself up to get taken advantage of, clue me in.
Karen - I still haven't seen "A Man Called Ove" - wanted to but I just couldn't get deep into the book at all. I still want to read The Nightingale from your recommendation but know that'll be later in summer.
Bill - How well you describe DGD's wiggleworm tendencies.

I used to care for twins and at diaper changing time when they could understand me, it always started out "ONCE upon a time there was a little boy named... " or a little girl named... and they'd lay (lie? - i never can get that one right ... Maryann, correct me!) there waiting to hear what "their" story was - one-minute funnies.
Silverbirch - Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about the neighbors and the drama - that is just so unsettling. I hope it is resolved here soon and doesn't drag on with the uncomfortableness for too long. Are they permanent residents - as in you'll have to deal with them for the foreseeable future? Credits for handling and moving on with everything else and not letting it encroach on all aspects of your life.