After this morning’s Boomer exercise class at the Y, I watered everybody in the garden and then showered up to run errands.
I needed to visit the library because I’m completely out of books, which for me is kind of like a smoker after his last pack. I’ve even finished the required book club book; I expected it would be sad and tough going, but it turned out to be a good read.
The past few days I’ve solved a few household annoyances. I’d pat myself on the back were it not for the fact that this is the second time I’ve “solved” them.
More yard news.
Today was gardening day, i.e. trying to regain a little control in the back yard.
Factoid: During the Bronze Age, only those of high social status could afford to wear purple, the dye being costly to produce. It was made in the Phoenician city of Tyre, and was desired not only as a status symbol, but also for its ability to resist fading.
Here we are nearing the weekend, and if I continue with my idea from last week, that makes today Crabby Pants Thursday.
