Follow up on previous entry: Diana White

I mentioned in my previous entry a girl I knew in my ballet studio as a kid, Diana White. I got curious, and quickly found her on the Internet. She's as beautiful as ever. She was with the New York City Ballet for twenty years and then opened her own studio with her husband Christian Claessens (and geez, he's a looker, too). I'll be damned; Diana's written a book, too. Way to go, Diana. I still admire you. Best of luck to you.

What I got done today

Went to the farmer's market as soon as it opened.
Went to all-morning meeting at church today, planning for Advent.
Dashed home to drive the girls to bo practice.
Worked on filing financial paper work.
Reconciled some accounts in Quicken. I could reconcile the rest if Rob would quit losing the blasted paperwork.
Worked on cleaning my desk. First time in months. Lots of dust, but some bare surfaces can be seen. The rest of the office is still a mess, though.
Made up about ten more cups of pesto and put it in the freezer for the winter. [Whew. That was a lot of basil leaves to pluck. I estimate I've frozen close to two gallons' worth of pesto. No, that is not an exaggeration. I like pesto and crave it all winter--it's a way to fake myself out, during the darkest days of the year, by giving myself a taste of summer. I packed the frozen two-third cup measures into gallon ziplock bags to keep them from leaping out of the overstuffed freezer and nailing family members' toes.]
Took the girls to the library to return their books. Checked out some CDs and ripped them to my computer.
Did the dishes. Rob's dishes, damn him.

Mmm, garlic

I am still tasting it from that pesto at dinner.

Will probably be tasting it at breakfast.