Himself: Vegged out in front of the computer. Laundered a little, groceries, sandwich out, meeting. Vegging is good for the soul but not the figure.
Herself: …and the quilt blog too: Ate cookies, followed G around and Vegged feeling as if I were a lump. I gotta keep moving….the lesson of the day. The baby quilt came out of its second soak and rinse with almost totally clean water. Now my goal today is to begin to get rid of the black and red mold stains in the white border. One of the Quilting Feasters recommended lemon in the sunshine, but we appear to have limited sunshine this week. I want to get that quilt done and back to Lessa as a symbol of her getting well and moving on. Best news of the day, my drivers license is still valid says a rude person at the DMV. WOW...at least I have my self assurance back. I also called Marion's family this morning, and I emailed off the chapbook mss to a contest. All this by 0930. I'm grinning.
My Babylonian Captivity: Do stop in and read Tugster's experience as a human shield. He writes that, “ i was captured in kuwait (where i was teaching in the kuwaiti air force)….”
Discount tire had a sale, and now that G is working again we can afford tires. Our car tires were down to the wear bars. We made it to Discount the last day of the sale, paid for the Michelin Hydro Edge….on order for later in the week. They are open till six, so he’ll make an appointment for late one day this week, take me along, and we can have dinner out after getting the tires.
It rarely rains here in Southern California. Everyone says, “Californians can’t drive in the rain,” but that’s really not the problem. It doesn’t rain here. The roads really dry out. Oil from the vehicles saturate the cement, and when it does rain the oil floats to the surface and the cars float on the oil....as Poolie reminds me, too fast cars. Simplicity. Wham, bam, whack, zap…and we all be wrecks.
Any insurance person who works with wrecks will be working long hours this coming winter. The goal here is to survive this experience. The Geezer is taking the newly-tired-truck to work today…..gently as the pilot shaft bushing seems to be going continuing to earn Grumpy his name. Survival is the operand phrase if one spends ones days on the road.