hand eye crafts

First sweatshirt day of the season! No huzzah for the extremely uneven haircut I gave myself, though.  It looks like I gauged out a spot there on the left side.

Tap and I took a stroll to the Little Free Library in our neighborhood today.  I didn't find anything to take, but did find something amusing.  Same book: Can you imagine how much smaller the print must be in the one on top? I have read Crime   and   Punishment,  by the way.  Those lists of "Classic / Great Books Everyone Should Read" always find me wanting, given my preference for non-fiction.  But this I have read.  And of my own choosing.  Not a school assignment or nothin'. Now I want to look up those lists and see what I have read.  "Classic / Great Movies Everyone Should See" is another one I don't do well against. You?

I hope anyone and everyone in Florida who comes across this is safe and sound.   There isn't anything out of the ordinary happening here.  I did come across a funny t-shirt: 

Long story short.  Going through stuff.  Found University of Alabama newspaper from 1986.  Article about dating.  "Professor"* Kim (my last name) quoted throughout.  No memory of doing an interview.  And yet. . .   Sadly, "safety" on a date is a different concern now.  And "my teenage daughter"?  Not a hypothetical anymore. *A  former student of mine, to this day, calls me "Doc."

I baked a loaf of dark pumpernickel, and it made the house smell wonderful. Even as the day and night wore on, I could still catch whiffs of the aroma.  Glorious. 

I never learned to roller skate.  My Brownie troop once took a field trip to a rink, and I wasn't allowed to sit out.  You know: "Oh, Kim, look at everyone else having so much fun!  You don't want to miss that, do you?"  "It's so easy!  I know you can do it.  You just have to try a little harder."  My etched-into-place memory of the whole thing features how dark it was inside the Roller Drome, and clutching the wall as I snailed my way through one lap.  Then I re-sat and was teased therefor.  (Although in the mid-to-late-60s, that was considered fun bantering and means of motivation and en-toughening.) By the by, up the street from the Roller Drome was the park pool where I was once enrolled in swimming lessons.  On the first night, all of us children (I still see maybe 6 or 7 to my left --- the only way I looked) were lined up on the pool's side and told to jump in.  There may have been helpful pushing for some who didn't take kind...

I don't  know why Tap and I so often come across single shoes on our walks, but we do.  Today's exhibit: Every time we get home, Tap jumps on my bed and rolls and kicks and stretches for a couple of minutes,  : roiling the covers, and then: The Crash of the Very Tired.