It’s been a full month since I last posted. Bad bad Marsha!
What excuses shall I cite? Christmas, New Year’s, Ukrainian Christmas, having my son home for the holidays.
And I ate way too much! Kept making bread and buying cake and other sweets for my son but then I would eat it. Bad bad Marsha.
So I have reformed. Or I’m trying to reform. Otherwise I’ll have to take my contact lenses out before looking in the mirror!
As part of my reformation, I was on a quest for Wishbone Salad Spritzer.
I have seen so many ads for this stuff on TV, but they don’t sell it in Canada. We were in Utah last week though, so I picked some up. In fact, all I had to declare at Customs was $18 worth of salad dressing~
Speaking of Utah — we went there for my husband to ski and for me to use the quiet hotel room to write. But we caught beginning of the Sundance Festival. Suddenly, on the Thursday, our hotel became filled with non-average people. There were very tall tanned men with obvious surgical enhancements to their faces. There were women who looked like they should be toppling over because of their improbable flotation devices. There were lots of people wanting to be served first and treated first because they were self-proclaimed VIPs. More fun to watch the people than the films, I bet.
We were in a restaurant on Thursday night and a large group of non-average people came in. The men — who were older so their surgical enhancements were starting to droop — were wearing fur jackets. I don’t mean manly fur jackets, I mean waist length orangey fur jackets that looked like they were borrowed from someone’s grandmother in the 1970s. And there was a woman wearing a Zorro hat and another with a head of hair that was so perfect it couldn’t possibly be real.
But we had a lovely time. The hotel had an outdoor heated pool and it was so refreshing to breathe icy air while basking in steam. And I got a lot of writing done!