No wind. No rain. Just humidity. As we wait for the hurricane to enter Maine's air space.
I am still waiting for the shoulder pain to go away. It moved from the back of my shoulder blade to the side and then the upper shoulder in front. It's more annoying than painful. Mostly when I raise my arm up over my head. Which I do just to annoy myself.
There was just a slight rustle to the leaves in the front vegetative island. Then gone.
I have more pant knees to mend but need to change the bobbin and top thread to a dark color. The bobbin case on my Bernina is like a temperamental two year old. Crazy and screaming and then abruptly docile. It just means I have to get over the swearing and screaming part and not take it too seriously. I try to just use beige for everything....... normally. But George wouldn't like it on the dark denim.
I read another book yesterday- The Beach House. I noticed right away that I had read it before. Years ago. But I kept going as it had no real need for deep thoughts. Rich people and big houses on Nantucket. Everyone ends up having fantastic sex. I haven't selected today's book but it might be Rules for Visiting which I read before but which I liked reading very much...but might be something more frothy. I think I selected a few frothy items. I would actually enjoy something that made me laugh. Funny books are few and far between.
I haven't worked on my ugly little patchwork hand sewing recently. It is actually Quite AWFUL.
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