hand eye crafts

You know I enjoy my bullet point/ non sequitur entries.  Here's another one.  If you are lucky enough to have a  Paris Baguette  near you, I heartily recommend the grilled cheese.  When the bread crust is just as good as the sandwich, you know you've got a winner. It's August, so you know I've begun the search for my Nativity scene of the year.  There are lots from which to choose, including this one. The Holy Child was not only born with a lot  of hair, but there was clearly someone nearby* to help with the styling.  Even Mary is beautifully coiffed, and she just gave birth! I am the recipient of several packages of vegetable seeds: cabbage, lettuce, and tomatoes.  I like all three, but don't know when they need to go in the ground.  Homework assignment! I also have a potato that has sprouted many eyes, which will be thrown into the ground with hopes something will happen. If only one could grow Dr Pepper.  And Havarti cheese. *Pro...

My big plans for today were squashed by this rotten, throbbing headache.  The only major thing that was accomplished was vacuuming.  Little piddly things, but not what I had in mind.   Anxious to pin this on my "Vasectomies Prevent Pregnancies" shirt:

 This is so very on-point: (Tough weekend with my children.) At least I had a nice phone chat with my BFF to balance one of the days out.  She told me about  Buy Nothing  groups.  I'm looking for end tables for either side of my loveseat on the back porch.  I think I'm going to scope out the local  reStore  and see what they might have.  I suspect even if there aren't any tables there I like, my hands won't be empty when I leave.

When your day didn't provide interesting blog fodder, go to your camera roll. An article about toys we Baby Boomers Will Remember included Now, I don't remember Bouffant Barbie here, but she is really cute, isn't she? Twinnie  and I just had a discussion about Spirograph.  This is the one that had the little straight pins to hold the plate in place.  We were wild and carefree back then. Oh, man, I loved the Super Ball.  My friends and I would stand on the Alexanders' driveway (it was paved;  everyone else's was gravel.) and see who could get their Super Ball to bounce the highest.   A quick word about packaging "back then."  Nothing flashy, nothing busy or over-bright.  Just a plain statement about what the thing is.  Well, and the groovy rainbow circle.  No UPC codes, either;   price stickers for us.  Or the prices stamped on in ink, with what pretty much just a big library stamper. I hope none of these are AI modifi...

You take your son to the car dealership to pick up his car, having conversations, then when he goes in to retrieve his keys, and you start listening to the latest episode of his podcast. (When one of his tri-hosts said "Scream 7," Briton yelled, "7!!!"  I thought that was quite well-played.)  I'm watching him walk across the lot while hearing him in the car. Paving by the house is continuing.  They started early tonight.  It may have suddenly dawned on somebody that county schools re-open next week.  The first week of August.  Wrong.

I've never been one for lists, except fun ones.  No To-Do lists, but definitely Favorite Movies, Sexiest People, that sort of thing. Not sure if two things constitute a list, but here is Kim's Thursday: Water and possibly re-pot* plants Clear out the closet The first is done, I'm mid-second.  Man, I have a lot of gray turtlenecks. But look what I also have!  Yoda lights! (Say, "Yoda lights" over and over, and it becomes a nice little song.) *Re-potting did  take place.