From the bouquet my husband brought home for me.
We have both AC units on today. In a few hours it will be unbearable outside.
A letter to the Editor in today's paper. "I read with disgust about Racists from Texas moving to Maine. There is nothing Mainers hate more than tourists bringing their drama to Maine". He continues to say that Maine is pretty white...especially in February. (most likely a reference to the weather). We certainly have an abundance of Black Lives Matter posters in yards even if we have very few Black People.
I've lived here over 30 years now and---I am not considered a Mainer and will likely never be considered one. I wasn't born here. That's the bar Maine has set. I guess they would encourage me to return to Ohio.
We found two of the small (deadly) ticks on husband's clothing yesterday. Clothes I quickly put in the washing machine for a secondary, late washing load. Drown any others we missed. The two I found are scotch taped to the calendar. Yep. I tape their still wiggling little bodies to the calendar. In case we get Lyme. Then we'll have the tick who done it. I've had Lyme once. It was enough.
Well, my yogurt and pitted cherry bowl isn't making itself.....so I will get moving. Wearing an apron today. To keep my fresh shirt stain free. I am reading 99 percent mine by Sally Thorne who wrote the Hating Game also. I had forgotten I had asked for the three books she had written from the Maine catalog and it took awhile for them to arrive. At the end of this book- are Epilogues for 99 and Hating. What happened after the books ended. A neat idea. I have only about 40 pages left. I guess I know things will turn out but at this point.....a whole lot needs to be figured out in 40 pages.
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