That’s one week of daily blogging…such as it was: Italian used car ads, broken computers, and all. (I got up yesterday’s two pictures only with Tremendous Effort.) But I’m bored of it already. Thing is, I don’t find these short posts at all satisfying, creatively, but the long story posts I do like to write take more time than I presently have. Conundrum.
I’m not sure what will come next. If you would like to be invited to any private blog I might reopen, and aren’t sure you’re already on the list, leave a request below.
And who knows? I might change my mind again next week and show up back here!
When I’m working down at such a convenient level, he likes to come drape himself across my back to cuddle in the sunshine.
…because the computer is still spazzing and useless and I can’t get my photos off the camera, dang it. But my sister Tia was here with her two wee boys, and she documented quite a few of the afternoon’s happenings. There was a go-cart, and a wood-fired bread oven, and a bonfire, and a barbecue, and s’mores, and strawberry plants, and the beginnings of a wardrobe consultation, and Tonka trucks, and astonishingly dirty children, and three little boys in a bathtub.
Like I thought yesterday, today was a better day.
Tuesdays are lessons, with six bag lunches packed after breakfast, together with four swim bags and a piano bag. Today we added errands as well: eight stops in four and a half hours. Over ninety minutes of that was just driving. And the CRD turned off our water at 9 o’clock this morning. And my inbox had a dozen starred emails all requiring immediate thoughtful attention. And the laptop was spazzing uncontrollably because I splashed water on it yesterday. And dinner was an hour and a half late. And by the time it was my turn to shower, there was no hot water left. And Baby Tigger climbed around on the white window seat in his muddy outside clothes. And we ran out of bread. And I ran out of energy and patience.
The good news is, tomorrow will be better.
The greenhouse is mine this year while Portia turns her attention elsewhere. Continue reading “Gardening with Bricks”
I saw this quilt by Joan Duff yesterday in the lobby of the Duncan theatre. It makes me want to put away my cotton granny squares and pull out the fabric scraps instead.
…was today. She got bacon for breakfast, sushi for dinner, an expedition to the Duncan theatre to watch a good friend perform in “Anne of Green Gables” – and, and, AND, pierced ears. At last! Plus eight pairs of earrings and new sunglasses.