Mourning doves are calling outside the windows of our too many tchotchkes home. As I walked a whole bag of assorted decorative things out the door, this colorful, new to us, table runner came waltzing in the door. Today the weather is to be near the hundreds here at the coast. In Escondido, where Lessa lives, yesterday the temperature was in the hundreds inside her apartment. Today will be vastly worse. She went out and bought fans.
I’ll be rummaging in the garage for cushions today. My little office chair, which was perfect for the sewing table, leaves me at the wrong height for the work table G set up for me in a corner of the living room. Envision the table at almost chest height and me laughing.
Yesterday, G dug around in the garage. He did find another truckload of things to go to the thrift shop and cleaned up a lot of odds and ends. Most of our discards were so worn they were only good for the secondary thrift store so the Geezer walked them straight through. Me? I brought my pastille’s up, and now they will go down again. It just isn’t practical to use powdered color sticks gesturally in an all-white living room. I’m sticking to colored pencils.