Nanita, we plan to, but I will also take any and all other suggestions!
I've never heard of Haggens!
The neighbors chicken is crowing. Wtf.
Riley ,'Help'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Nanita, we plan to, but I will also take any and all other suggestions!
I've never heard of Haggens!
The neighbors chicken is crowing. Wtf.
Hooray for Chile!
This morning I remembered that I have semolina and it can be made into porridge. I have been in a porridge-y mood for days, so that hit the spot.
What's a cinnamon broom?
Man, I really have to get to TJs soon.
They have brooms (and small brushes) scented with cinnamon that makes your space smell good.
Timelies all!
The Giant branch that was about 2 blocks from us closed a couple years ago.(It wasn't our primary supermarket, but was good for picking stuff up after work.) Nothing replaced it, and a few more businesses in that strip mall closed. Last thing I heard, the owners of that space were trying to get permission to demolish the building, and turn the space into townhouses.
I've always found cinnamon brooms to be overwhelming. I've been known to flee stores that have large displays of them.
3 large bags of leaves out front. Now I need to go do a portion of the alley. Uhg.
3 bags out back. I could do a fourth, but my shoulders are angry enough.
4 vintage military prop planes flew low overhead while I was out. USAF and Navy were marked on two. Wonder what that was for. And damn, they're loud and deep.
I need to hire someone to deal with the leaves in my yard, which also include last year's leaves. I've been living in a dreamworld in which I thought I'd feel like yard work any day now.
Things like the Paris attacks have so many ripples that go through the families and friends of the dead and injured. I noticed one little drama that reminded me of what Anne Perry says in her books about murder changing everything (and she should know). First I saw a story in which a woman recounted the death of the band's merchandise manager, who died in her lap and was, she said, "the love of my life." Then I saw an article about his girlfriend in Great Britain, who was frantically searching for news about him. Then there was a third article in which the first woman was pointedly referred to as his "ex-girlfriend" and the current female partner called him "the love of my life."
Yikes.