Curiously Intertwined

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Four of my twelve new scrap bins.

I got a surprising letter today.

Fifty years.

I'm not sure how that happened.

I guess I might consider going.

We'll see.

Any day now we will have blooms on the Bradford Pear.

Fireball cut his finger this morning.

Tonight it was still not staying together.

He refuses to go see about stitches so I insisted on butterfly bandages.

Two butterflies and a waterproof bandage later, I think he is set.

I have asked him to not bend his knuckle.

I told him he could call me Florence.

I'm doing late night laundry to get a jump on tomorrow.

While I'm at it I am enjoying the upgrade in aesthetics

with my huge glass jar that replaces the box that my detergent comes in.

We headed downtown for a show.

The second sock is about to catch up with the first.

I'll be starting heel flaps soon.