hand eye crafts

I've been remiss in not providing a mailbox update. It's black and plastic, and my favorite is its stout little flag.  The mailbox is longer and taller than the last one, and it has this tiny flag.  So cute. Also, my air fryer grilled cheese game is going really well.

This is my right index finger, bruised right at the bottom (fist) knuckle.  I have no idea whatsoever what caused it.  This afternoon, I looked down and there it was.  It isn't sore.  It's a source of bewilderment is what it is.  

Senior Day for Vanderbilt football.  Things like that are guaranteed to make me tear up, even if it's not Vandy. If you're a toddler, dressing to go to an older sibling's Senior Day, make this part of your look: (If these had been available when Hannah was little, we could not have gotten to Target fast enough.  Everything she did and does love: sparkle/shimmer, bows, and lug-soled boots.) I am proud to announce that my major is on just about every list of Easiest Majors I could find.  Coming in at #7 here.  Technically, I majored in Social Psychology, so maybe we should split the difference and call it #4. A group of Japanese samurai once visited the Great Sphinx.  Which is crazy to me somehow.  It also looks like many of them brought along their katanas. I have looked and looked at this and still can't quite  figure out how it works: I feel like I've talked about this before, but it's still kind of amazing. The shackles are a bit much, but the legs!

      I'm so sorry these pictures aren't better;  maybe you can suss some things out.  There are yellow, red, blue, and orange flags (and coordinating stripes on the ground) in my front and side yarns.  It seems AT&T will be installing high-speed cable, and my yards on the corner will be points of origin AND sites of lots of digging.  Technology marches on.

I do love finding new words. Musth. It's sort of like Pon Farr, but for elephants.  As interesting as that is, what was a little disappointing was finding out that the pronunciation is not as special as the spelling would have you believe. One hundred sixty-two years ago today, the Gettysburg Address was spoken into Eternity. My opinion of President Lincoln is well-known.  I don't think I've said, though, that he's my favorite writer.  He is.

You know when the crayons come out, it's gonna be a fun crafting time.  Unfortunately, fun doesn't ensure success.  What I had in my mind did not manifest itself on the paper.  There are lots of pretty colors, though, huh?