- Just got back from shopping for a dishwasher. Stainless steel interior? Utensil basket in the door? Energy efficient to the point of not drying your dishes? Adjustable upper rack? 16 different settings? Sanitizer? Steamer? Wow. I just want a machine that will clean my dishes
- because washing my dishes by hand is already getting old. I am spoiled.
- Reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver and writing blog posts about it all night long in my dreams. Best read in the sustainability repertoire yet.
- Makes me want to quit my job and bake bread, make homemade cheese, and raise chickens all the livelong day.
- Not really, but sometimes I think it would be nice to live in that world
- until I realize that modern conveniences are there for a reason: they are convenient.
- Everything in moderation. Maybe I'll bake some bread on the weekend. Or make some cheese. The chickens are right out.
- Redeemed my opera ticket birthday present on Saturday--Mozart's Marriage of Figaro--and got a weekend at the Marriott to boot. Happy belated birthday to me!
- Hiked up City Creek Canyon--an hour up and an hour back. Sore. Sore. Sore.
- Looked at my beautiful downtown Salt Lake City from our upgraded executive suite with a corner view for no extra charge. Watched workers add concrete beams to the 7th or so floor of the new City Creek condos where Crossroads Mall used to be, watched the exterior LDS temple lights come on, and viewed a stunning sunset all at the same time. I am spoiled.
- Discovered the caprese sandwich at Red Rock. Mmm. Discovered carrot chips and ranch dip at Red Rock. Mmm. Shared a Reve with Mark at Red Rock. Mmm. I am spoiled.
- Made a trip to Liberty Fresh for Kalamata olives, Vosen's rustic bread, d'Affinois brie, and juicy Fuji apples to go with our champagne. Mmm. I am spoiled.
- Came home to a clean house and a delicious meal made by Beccah--Italian subs. Mmm. I am spoiled.
- Rediscovered after this weekend how incredibly spoiled I am. I'm married to a wonderful man who appreciates me, I have a great job that I love, and I don't have to make my own cheese, bread, or raise my own chickens.
- And pretty soon I won't have to wash my own dishes, either.
I. Am. Spoiled. Grateful.


