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puttering, or if you’re British, pottering
Black coffee and rain. Sleepy cat, laundry piles, Mr. Husband packing to go away for a business trip (which includes a 24-hour marathon relay through the Arizona desert, and a visit to spring training); the girls are in various states of sleepiness as they arise and go about their day. Raindrops against the window behind me. Yesterday was sunny-ish, and almost warm, and since it was forecast to rain today, I took advantage of the weather (I know — there I go, taking advantage again. I’m such a user.) and puttered a bit. Puttering turned into a little bit of huffing and grunting when I moved a couple of pots I probably…
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that and this
Wow. Stupor-Bowl yesterday nearly ate my brain. Nothing against the game, but lots of people over, lots of cleanup before (I scrubbed baseboards!) and after (potato chips and pistachio shells everywhere), and I ran away from home for a little while to get away from the madding crowd. Too much testosterone makes me wilt like a delicate flower. Field Trip So I hied m’self to Beverly’s for something like three hours, where I pawed through the bolts on the discount table and brought home a couple of slices of gingham, so I can try and remember how to do Chicken-Scratch and smocking. I’ve been reading Posy Gets Cozy lately and…
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February dreaming
These blossoms have not yet bloomed, but we’re getting to that point. These are mock-pear, but it’s something in February when the cherry and plum trees bloom. Petals falling like snowflakes on the sidewalk. So pretty. It’s been sunny, with pretend-threats of rain, but no such rain for a week or so. The big storms (such as they are in California) were wonderful, loud and very wet. More, please! However, the sliding glass door leaks, and I had to stuff the cracks with plastic bags to keep the rain out. Now, a week or so later, guess what I find? Little green sprouts in the carpet, and shiny, sluggy-snail tracks…
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mayday, mayday
… or day after May Day (happy birthday to sister Carolyn, aka CJ). I’m playing Compactor Fun at my house today even though it’s raining and I can’t hang out laundry. I had a bunch of herbs hanging to dry in the sun but they got rained on and now are perfuming my compost pile. How annoying and wasteful. I also have a bit of the creeping crud, cough, etc, that isn’t enough to be terrible or go away. So inside I stay. I’ve been refilling soap dispensers and lotion pumps from various other sources — I have so many half-finished tubes and bottles of lotion that I have been…
