Sunday Stealing -- and More

At 3 p.m., January 31, our dear friend, and occasional dog sitter, Ashley married her David.  It was a wedding I have looked forward to ever since she announced her engagement.  It was going to be a real feel-good wedding, filled with lots of love.  Ashley has had her share of heartbreak and we are all so pleased to see her glowing these days.

The wedding was taking place at a hotel in North Tahoe, which just happens to be where the Sykes condo is.  Our plan was to drive up on Friday, and back on Sunday.

However, the gods had different plans.  On Friday, I spent so much time in the bathroom that I was nervous about getting stuck in Tahoe traffic for 3 hours or so, so suggested that we drive up Saturday morning (as it turned out, that was a wise decision).  The wedding wasn't until 3 and if we got an early start Saturday morning, we would have time to go to the house, shower and change for the wedding.

I decided to ignore that oh so familiar feeling deep down in my lungs every time I coughed.  I was not going to get sick.  Well, again, the gods had a different plan.  By nighttime my throat was raw, I was coughing like a TB ward, and had lost my voice.  I also felt terrible. In the morning I was better, but definitely not well so, sadly, I sent off a text message to Ashley and David explaining why we would not be at their wedding and how disappointed I was.

Instead, I hunkered down with Netflix, watched Season 2 of The Bletchley Circle (if you haven't seen it, do yourself a favor and do), The Chef (excellent movie) and the first season of The Fall, which Ned recommended.  By 5 p.m., I was ready to face life again and so I am writing this entry...and will soon fix dinner.  Ashley promises lots of photos and I can't wait to see them.

The Sunday Stealing Part

Average hours of sleep:
4-6

Last thing I googled:
The Fillmore-Western Railroad (saw it on Heuell Howser) 

One place that makes me happy:
I'm always happy overlooking the ocean.

How many blankets I sleep under:
Just one, lightweight, but warm.

What are you wearing right now: 
Still in my pajamas.  Been in them all day.

Last book you read:
"The Kill Room," by Jeffrey Deaver

Favorite fictional character:
Claire Beecham Fraser (from "Outlander")

Last movie I watched in the cinema:
Into the Woods

Dream vacation:
Photo safari to Africa 

Dream wedding:
I had it, 50 years ago.

Dream pet:
I've always wanted a collie (don't tell my Chihuahua Polly!)

Dream job:
It's hard to beat the one I have now:  retired.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
About 37 (I will turn 72 in 2 weeks)

Which is worse, failing or never trying?
Never trying.  I've failed a lot, but never regretted trying.

If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
Guilt.  Our parents gave us a set of values and we think that we need to live up to them, even if we don't want to do them.  Either that or I blame the nuns and 12 years of Catholic school!