After therapy this week, I made a trip to Goodwill, mainly to find frames for some of my cross-stitch. (I did find a couple.) A trip to Goodwill --- at least for me --- always includes a stroll through the books section. You won't believe what I came across.
As if I spoke --- or blogged --- it into being. Sadly, there's no entry for
"Hiding," however, can mean either embarrassment or unexpected pleasures.*
But, The Kicker, and another blog callback, is that when I opened the book, it was at this page
*No, YOU had those thoughts, not ME.
3 comments:
I never thought about thrifting frames. What a great idea!
I admit, I've never had celery in any of my dreams! looks like a fun book.
I remember those dream books from back in the day. My recurring dream is that I am in my classroom and I'm late for something. The panic is all too familiar. You'd think that after being retired for 15 years that those teacher dreams would be history. Nope. I have them all the time.
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