Daily Notes- September 8th

New yogurt at my grocery.  Naturally French.  I had to buy it- if not for the yogurt then for the lovely ceramic blue jar which has an unglazed clay bottom.  The milk etc are all put into the jar and left to naturally "cupset"in a balance of savoir-faire and premium ingredients.  

The FedEx trucks are driving down to the end house on the street- next door to me. It was an almost constant stream of trucks in late Spring and then my across the street neighbor was the designated delivery spot for the Summer months (wedding gifts but eventually no big wedding).  Now next door.  SUPER consumers.  I might have fit that profile during the construction of my two bathrooms and two hallways- 

I am reading (skipping everything but the pages devoted to Cara and Jack) Save the Date again.  There is something about the romance that I like more than the rest of the plot points. Mary Kay Andrews throws a mystery or crime into the plots of her books.  Sometimes it works...... not this time.  Too many weddings and one loses track of all the moving parts.  Jack is worth it though.

We had our own mystery here at home- though I am growing weary of the reoccurrence of these episodes. Had to search for husband's Apple pencil yet again.  Taking apart the couch, cushions, pillows under behind etc etc.  He found it in my sewing room-- on the floor.  No where near the tablet.

New Rule.  After he is done using tablet he hands me the the Apple pencil.  If he doesn't I refuse to help search for the damned thing. Not that he will remember to hand it to me.  He did last night. Remember.

My bundle of cloth with false indigo leaves is still lost.  Missing.  

I am adding green acorns to my container of acorns and a rusty mental hinge (and rainwater).  The liquid is black.  I haven't added any cloth as yet.  Green acorns.  I think that and the rusty metal seems to be the chemical reaction needed. In the past I used acorns that had turned brown.  I got no color at all.  The ones coming off the trees now are all brown so--I won't get a chance to make a second jar. I did find three green ones this morning as I walked down the long drive to get the morning paper- not enough to start a new jar but enough room in the first jar for three more.

Something the birds are dropping on the sidewalk is staining the cement a very lovely dark blue. Husband and I went out to look but we couldn't find any berries that would stain blue.  I figure if it stains the cement- it would stain cloth.  Later, if the grapes ripen I will use the juice to color more cloth that lovely grape blue I got last Autumn.  I may even soak one of my white camp shirts in it.  I would enjoy a grape blue shirt.  Other than that..... it will be a quiet day.  I woke up tired.  A bad dream.  The old house where I lived from 10 to 18.  Always a bad dream.  Which lingers.