The cockatoo did not escape today. I wasted my uptime (Uptime is any of the seven hours a day that I'm allowed up and out of bed) catching up on emails, FB, Twitter, various and random reading, doing the dishes, watching four back to back episodes of Seinfield, and watching a movie with my beautiful astrophysicist daughter. We watched Echo, it was really a kids show, I laugh because my daughter is 33yrs old and didn't realize it was a kids movie. I thought it was fine. It was really a very kool-aid version of The Last Mimsy.
Tomorrow is Saturday. It's the day I usually go to a Meet-up group of women that knit. To be honest, since nearly every single person in my family on both of my parent's sides have died at the age of fifty, I never expected to live this long, I'm 53yrs old in a week. If I had ever imagined living this long, it did NOT involve being part of a knitting group. Not even a little bit. I had a heart attack when I was 42, and I was pissed because I thought it was a little too soon to go, "my kids couldn't be ready to lose me yet" I thought. They still aren't. We are pretty close. This is what I get for not planning out my elderly years. Saturday morning meetups with old lady knitters that donate knitted goods to the humane society for cats.
I checked out four books from the library in august and STILL have not read even one. I keep calling them every three weeks to "re-check" them out. I'll try to work on that this weekend.