Today I was at the clinic to have my blood drawn. The tech asked for my name & birthdate – you know the drill. Naturally, I cheerfully complied. BUT, I ASKED HER, what if I had dementia & didn’t know the answer??? Good question she said. I’ll need to find that out. Now with my “off the chart intelligence” (hold your horses. I didn’t say which direction off the chart, now did I? I’m thinking sideways…), I just figure that if I had dementia, I wouldn’t be there alone, now would I? So anyway, the tech is 1/2 way into sucking my blood when she said “will you tell me your name & birthdate?” Oh,ha, ha, ha – isn’t she the funny one? We decided that if she had dementia she might as well go home for the day and tomorrow she’d forget to come back. By that time the job was done. I guess she “forgot” my boo-boo bandaid and lollipop…….
Today is Fertilizer Friday. Here’s what I’ve got:
Oh for pete’s sake. How did that picture from the Duluth Rose Garden get in here? It’s tough to get a good picture when it’s raining like cats & dogs. Am now wondering what else it could rain like. My Mom had another expression which I’m not going to share because truthfully, it sounded very racist. (You know which one I mean don’t you Jean?) I don’t think she meant it to be. Still, her saying never made any more sense than raining cats & dogs. Let me know if there are other expressions. So now maybe if I kill enough time writing this, I can still snap a bloom or 2 before dark. Regardless, I want you to hop on over to Tootsies to view some wonderful gardens.
Isn’t summer great? There’s something new every day in the garden. Besides mosquitoes.
So when everything is ship-shape and tip-top in the garden (grin), it’s time to head to the shed. Stacks of lumber. Mountains of tools. 1 or 2 ideas. Let’s get creating. Guess what it is.
I cut 4 of these:
Miter gauge set at 15 degrees. (I like to draw the line as a double-check of the angle.
Have you figured out what it is? Of course. It’s a fairly useless, oddly shaped box!
Without a bottom and now with a bottom!!!! (I really look ahead, don’t I?)
Now we’re cookin’. Skip past adding feet, sanding, staining, painting and you will have this:
Mr. Picket Fence said I didn’t do a very good job painting it. Excuse me?
OBSERVATION: It’s never a good idea to mix a mostly white dog with rich, moist, heavy black soil:
That’s our Baxter. To know him is to love him we like to say. We also like to say we’re young & beautiful…..
Wish I had more time to say nothing about the block of the month wool project I’m doing for Farmhouse Woolens, but it will have to wait for another day. I also have nothing to say about Baxter and of course there will be nothing to say about the Loose Threads gathering next week.