Daily Notes- May 26th

                                                     

Jude's Moons.  Purchased a long Time ago- often (most often) lost.  This morning I found them under the ironing board, on the floor with some cloth scraps.  They had been pinned to the wall.  I had given up on finding them.  But here they are--- just minutes since they re-appeared.  Eight and I think there were nine. There was something I had on the design board.  Jude's moon and DebL's cloth.  Where??
Someday the two will re-appear.

I got my hair cut.  I was the only person in the salon.  We wore masks.  The next customer was out in the parking lot waiting by her car.  I had B shorten it and even things up.  But not as short as I had been having it.  Very short was the way to go while I was working in a hot moist greenhouse.  But not now.  But all the waves and curls are gone.  I look like a stranger in the mirror.

I finished the last paperback.  Well, of the ones I actually wanted to read.  Now I have two I am not sure I will actually enjoy reading and three hardcovers on the stairs to the Attic.  And The Little French Bistro. And my favorite book that I read over and over- Becoming Finola. I also have a Watchmaker book my daughter says I will enjoy.  I could just read the one I just finished again. I will have Wolf Hall to read when my friend is done reading.

I just had to get up to answer the phone an "............ah, Gramma?""  call.  I told the guy he was a miserable piece of shit, could rot in jail (or hell) and if I ever see him in person I was going to cave his head in.  Land line- those freaks know old feeble people have land lines. I'm old but not feeble.

So...where were we?  I also was helping G find the little white plastic add-on so he could charge up his Apple pencil.  So, I was already pissed off.

It's going to be that sort of day.  I have a big load of husband's gardening clothing to wash, soup to make for my lunch, some cloth I meant to work on, those seedlings that need re-potting and we need to see to the disposal of a dead chipmunk.  Possibly the work of the hawk who flies over in lazy circles.

I have to go look for sunglasses now.  Sigh.