I'm making pumpkin bread for my study group tomorrow. I haven't baked in so long. I hope it turns out good. I haven't seen my group all summer, and I've missed them. We are a small band of Buddhists, and it's been a struggle to stay connected, as our teacher lives 3 hours away, and we all have busy lives and complicated schedules. I appreciate the dedication and effort everyone makes.
I began reading a biography of Edward Curtis, the photographer. It's fascinating already. I hadn't realized he'd begun his work in Seattle. I think my friend in Tacoma would like to read this book. Today I'm going out to dinner and a movie with a friend, and I'm ready for an outing. I was bored and restless yesterday afternoon. And grumpy all day. My poor husband took the brunt of my irritation. The fact that the dogs have awakened us at least twice every night this week didn't help any. Last night they were silent. I think they figured out we were at the end of our tether. It was liking having a nursing baby again. I'm too old!
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