A little of this and a little of that!

Tonight my thoughts are kind of scattered so this post will be too. Work has been busy and draining, but I forced myself to go to an evening event at our church that I used to go to without missing for anything. Working has made it easy for me to withdraw and along with that are feelings of loneliness and disconnectedness. It is called The Gathering and is an informal group of ladies who meet to work on craft projects and talk. Nothing too draining, yet it seems such an effort to get dinner on the table and then scoot out the door to be there by 7:00 p.m. Several of the ladies work on quilts--and I used to, but the thought of dragging my sewing machine and other paraphernalia to church is just WAY too overwhelming. So, I brought a cross-stitch project along and that was fun too. I still felt out of the loop a bit, but not too badly. I hope to go again next week.

Now I am home and getting food ready for tomorrow. I have some yummy chex-mix baking from Bridget's website.....chex-mix.
It smells delicious!
I am also getting dinner prepared so I can just pop it in the oven tomorrow night. It is from Juggling Mum's site and is called: Pizza Spaghetti Style. It looks pretty darn good too!

What I am reading:
It is called: Whistling In The Dark by Lesley Kagen. It is her first novel and grabbed me from the first page.

From the Publisher:

It was the summer on Vliet Street when we all started locking our doors...

Sally O'Malley made a promise to her daddy before he died. She swore she'd look after her sister, Troo. Keep her safe. But like her Granny always said-actions speak louder than words. Now, during the summer of 1959, the girls' mother is hospitalized, their stepfather has abandoned them for a six pack, and their big sister, Nell, is too busy making out with her boyfriend to notice that Sally and Troo are on the Loose. And so is a murderer and molester.

Highly imaginative Sally is pretty sure of two things. Who the killer is. And that she's next on his list. Now she has no choice but to protect herself and Troo as best she can, relying on her own courage and the kindness of her neighbors.


I have always held this thought in my mind that the 1950's would be the best decade to have grown up in--I tend to forget that not everything back then was so innocent as this book touches on.

I better get off the computer and get that dinner finished. I hope to visit some blogs tomorrow and say hi to my friends! :)