Daily Notes- Friday September 4th

Blogger has learned a few things about my preferences.  Now the photo is centered and already in it's smaller size.  The pictures- images are not that important- in some blogs they are all important.  Nothing I make is that.  Here we have my small craft project.  My cigar box and my wooden craft sticks.  Not all straight.  But already stuck.  Only one side done.  I couldn't find any empty thread spools. I haven't looked in the Attics yet.  Today it's humid and over 80 degrees.  Watering the tomato boxes was difficult. I felt like that man who died needlessly- "I can't breathe".

Notice..to me he is a MAN.  Just that, like all of us.  Not described by Color.  Or anything else.

The deer have come and started eating more and more peaches.  And the leaves and branches, also. My fall back is pick all the peaches.  But........ I would if I intended to can them.  I do not intend to do that. I have frozen peaches in the freezer- for my blueberry/peach cashew smoothies.  But I stopped drinking smoothies when I stopped working.  Husband would like another Cobbler.  I can do that.  Just need a deeper baking dish.  Somewhere packed up in the Attic.  I packed up all the baking dishes. What was that all about?  I could bake a cobbler in the bundt cake pan.  The Baking Police have more important things to do these days.  But once I bring out the Bundt pan I will want the Boozy Chocolate Pudding Cake. Well, Peach Cobbler now and Boozy Cake for my birthday.

My Mother- said my "due date" was September 4th.  But I "waited" to arrive two weeks later and that September was VERY HOT and my mother must have cursed my tardiness each and every day. I personally think she got the date of my "inception" wrong...... just saying.  This could have been the origin of her dislike for me.  Being two weeks late.  Could be that whomever was due to reincarnate wasn't quite '"there" yet. I am a very very old Soul. Been around. I think this Life wasn't meant to be easy. 

Today, I may do another side of the cigar box in my crooked beadboard look.  I gave up on the X-acto knife and went with kitchen scissors.  They cut bones - why not craft sticks?  I used my glue stick.  Not hot glue.  Blogger typed "hot guy".  Made me smile.  Not much does these days.