Last weekend I spent 5 hours patching a bedsheet. Yes, I know, my intense party lifestyle astounds. To be fair, I hadn’t intended to spend 5 hours at it, but I’d already patched this sheet a lot over the years, and it needed something of an overhaul to hope I could get it to limp along longer than just one or two more cycles. Here’s a picture of one section of it, on my side of the bed. Have I…
The once-a-year bounty of pears this year has been particularly bountiful. Here are some of them, getting ready to be made into pearsauce.
Meet Hawk. Hawk may or may not have followed us home from the garden center, where we first noticed it by its shadow circling by overhead. After nonchalantly devouring its meal on our deck, Hawk flew off to sit in a tree.
Actual quote from my vampire husband: “The sun is out–Aagh!” Separately: It seems I have a two-headed tulip in my garden (which also looks a bit vampiric).
Today I have done something almost unprecedented! I bought flowers for my garden and planted them all in one day! Happy gardening!
It’s the season of gamboling baby cows! A smile on my way to work in the morning. And would I be frowning if they were gambling instead? Obviously, that would depend on how they pulled it off. Card-playing cows are difficult to frown at.
They painted the plane orange! and then very green and gooey, like something out of Ghost Busters. Then the landing gear proceeded to cackle menacingly as we took off. (My daughter says the plane is now French.)
Why did the Denver Airport train announcement just pop into my head and start repeating on loop? It’s not supposed to be an earworm.
Sometimes ice canyons on the side of the street are kinda cool looking. But, I have to say, they’re super extra cool looking when you’ve had a healthy dose of geology and/or planetary-science classes, and so are imagining you’re staring down at something like a diorama of another planet. (Go planetary science!)
You know you’re definitely not a kid anymore when you get home and can’t wait to open up the fridge for those left-over greenbeans calling to you.