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Recipe journal

Today Nathan and I went to Tuesday Morning and browsed. It was so fun. We bought random things there and at Tom Thumb. I got this recipe journal kit at Tuesday Morning and spent this afternoon breaking it in. I already have three pages done. At Tom Thumb I found glittering black tea lights on Halloween clearance.

This weekend has been full of the unexpected. We saw four houses Friday evening after work in an incredible heat wave. The first two were pretty fascinating. We started putting together an offer on the first house with our realtor this weekend. This morning I checked my email, and the seller dropped the price on the farm house so that we could afford it with our mortgage. We accepted the offer. So the farm house I described back in April, well, that's probably going to be our home. I won't believe it until we're moved in, and I'm not talking about it till it's a done deal. But I did start back embroidering my curtains today, and I felt a deep brooding happiness over it all. For the most part though I'm done with feelings for a home. It's really not wise, especially the way mortgages are going these days.

Another big surprise was that I contracted poison ivy from one of our woodland jaunts, and it has spread like wildfire over my body. I have never had poison ivy this extensively in my life, and it has been over ten years since I had it at all. Wildfire is the best description for it. My skin is flaming all over. Nathan has caught it now, but he doesn't itch. I have calamine lotion all over, but nothing stops the inflammation, and it keeps spreading. I am thinking of taking the day off tomorrow, because when I have to wear anything on my legs it's excruciating and spreads more. Last week I actually prayed I would get sick so I wouldn't have to go to work. But I am suffering right now. My nerves are throbbing all over. I scratched in my sleep last night like a madwoman and woke myself up with raw and swollen pox all over. I had to reapply the lotion at 3 a.m. Tonight I am already feeling worse.

Complaining makes me feel better.

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