Someone is making a quilt called "Dear Jane."
I was immediately reminded of this:
Someone is making a quilt called "Dear Jane."
I was immediately reminded of this:
Here's the frame at work:
This is one of my favorite Animals-on-Couches yet. It's so quiet and soft.
I got out today to run a couple of errands, and traffic was awful. Like, students are back awful. This town has been in disarray for so long: tearing up streets, rerouting cars, tearing up the rerouted. Not to mention all the houses and apartment complexes going up in what seems every empty space that can be found. There honestly aren't that many ways to get around this town, and they are all choked right now.
This I understand, yet at first glance it seemed odd:
How was it left at my door? Laying flat.
Thankfully, my parents favored large frames, so I've been able to use some of those for my Animals on Couches collection. Still, I have had to buy a couple, and this is one. Promise to show you how it's put to use.
I bought a little TENS machine to see if it might help with my fingers.
I don't think it does; I've used it a few times and my fingers are still numb. I've also used it on my neck during tension headaches, though, and it did make a difference there.
The vaccines still had me in bed all day and night Saturday, but Sunday only the arm soreness remained. I don't think I "have to" get any other shots --- that kind of depends on which online questionnaire I take.
June gets to bust out all over, while the other months have to sit quietly. Who decided that?
(I also just saw, while doing the image search, that there's a TV network called "june." Wow.)
I made it through the evening and night, but woke up at 3 AM so miserable. My left arm, where I got both shots, is sore to the point of unliftability. My head is pounding. My chest hurts...
How are y'all doing?
Thursdays here are plant care day. I've come into possession of several succulents, and am trying to keep them alive.
It's hard to wash a colander.
The thing I dislike washing most is a pizza cutter.
It looks like my ginormous gardenia bush has gone almost entirely barren. Just a single bloom.
I may have to have it taken down. It's been a glorious friend for lots of years. My mother said that gardenias made her think of the days after Dale died; apparently I had them all around the house. I honestly don't remember a lot from that stretch of time.
Today hasn't seemed like a Wednesday at all to me. Am I the only one? It's seemed more like a weekend or something.
In I-want-to-move-but-I-need-to-clean-anyway news, one dresser has been completely emptied. The book chest at the foot of my bed is empty. The kitchen is as bare as it can be with someone still using it.
On the other end of the spectrum: my Lincoln books case is full. FULL.
Down on one knee proposals. If I were in my early 20s, I might feel differently, but I doubt it.
Hearts made with hands or fingers. Again, this opinion might have been different before.
Mr. Beast.
Losing tape measures. IT WAS JUST RIGHT HERE.
"You've Got a Friend in Me." It worked on me in "Toy Story," but every other Instagram post uses it. Please stop. Same with "A Thousand Years."
Things "vibing."
Memorial Day here was sun, clouds, RAIN, clouds, RAIN, sun, STORMING RAIN. Anyone hoping to spend time behind a grill today was probably mightily disappointed. I very-slow-roasted a honey garlic tenderloin for myself yesterday. Corn on the cob and a salad rounded out my inside picnic.
Dale loved to grill, but always on a gas grill. Personally, I think the smell of a charcoal grill and meats cooked on it is hard to beat. I live a little over a mile from both a hamburger place
Someone is making a quilt called "Dear Jane." I was immediately reminded of this: Oh, my Daddy loved these. Well, anything cocon...