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You know what I take for granted?  Crisp Cheez-It's.

Straight out of their little bag, all fresh.  Not from a box that the children forgot to close, leading to quick, inevitable staleness.*

It is still so hot here: upper 90s all week.  And there's a home game Saturday.  I feel for those players, and for the bands.  (It's TSU, so the health and stamina of the band are extremely important.)  Also, none of the roads are done.  Which is why I just did grocery shopping.  Avoiding some of the worst heat and the crowds on their way.

Amazon Memories sent me Baby, Baby Tap today.

He's always been with The Face.  This is the day he came home, I think.  Or quite shortly thereafter.

*Sorry --- Mom rant.

Projects

So, how do you usually spend your time while watching police body cam educational videos?  Today, I did this

It may never actually become a quilt (my mother had SO many quilt tops in one of her closets), but it was fun to do.  I made need to invest in a thimble, though.  With knitting and coloring and cross-stitching and writing projects all around me on the couch, I started something new.  Go figure.

Equine Alley has officially opened Phase II.

We had to move across the stairs for this, and for one very special addition that is on the way.

Finally, Twinnie, I see your Richard and raise you a Teddy.

Car Stuff. And a Birthday.

Never will I own a Rolls Royce.  Never have I particularly wanted one.  And yet, I've always known it would have to be dark (preferably midnight) blue.  This morning at my psychiatrist's office, look what I parked next to:  

An SUV, not a Rolls, but that deep blue is so pretty, don't you think?

Another color-specific "dream": a 1972 Cougar,

in chocolate brown.  As long as I've liked this car, the shade of brown I have in mind has never been a stock color.  Now, though, there is a pick-up truck in the back of the neighborhood that is exactly what I've always wanted.

Also, either a white or a black MGB GT:

1969?  '70, '71?  Anyway, this would have been a poor investment.  I can't drive a stick.

Kind of a meh day.  I cleaned the glass doors on the front porch and the back.  I made and frosted a vanilla cake.  It's a disaster in every way but taste.

Yesterday, I made Potato and Chives bread.  The taste is good, but the texture is divine.  I'm guessing adding some cheese and/or bacon would take it up several notches.  I would like to know the amount of potato flakes that could be added to other recipes, if that texture is due to them.

My suspicion is that I say this each September 1st, but again

Happy Birthday Sir Barry.  80.

 

Stay Hopeful, Friends

 

Incoming

Mid-thunderstorm in Athens --- I keep getting ALERTS! on my phone about streets being flooded and seeking shelter IMMEDIATELY.  You should be aware and alert in bad weather, but the County Typist might need to take it down a notch.

I have been trying very hard to push through the discomfort in my fingers, making myself knit or color or cross-stitch daily.  It's only caused more discomfort, frankly.  Cross-stitching is the absolute worse.  Crocheting is extra uncomfortable.  Not craft-related, but putting earrings on is a flippin' nightmare.

One of the things I'm knitting is a garter stitch snood.  Does anyone else run into this problem: "Oh, it's only garter --- this will go by in a flash,"  then get soooooo bored with nothing but garter?  The same thing sometimes happens with stockinette, but not nearly as often.

Mine is black and grays.

Follow-Up

Like you do with any shock, you begin to settle down, and I guess that's where I am.  Then comes word that Tim Curry has also died.  We saw him on Broadway in "Spamalot," and he was delightful.  I've never been to a theater showing of "Rocky Horror," but my college roommate was a big fan, so I know a little bit.  We danced to "Time Warp" more than once in Monahan Hall.

One more little Dolly tidbit: she's going to be buried in the same cemetery where my parents are.  The same grounds, at least.  I think she'll be going into the mausoleum next to their plots.

This Can't Happen, Can It?

 Dolly shouldn't be allowed to die.