Have a dear friend friend here who is far from her North Carolina home who has bald peenots shipped to her. They don’t seem inexplicable to me. Far be it from me to look askance-my people eat poppy seed kolache filling for heavens sake.
My library has been my best friend (well, them and you Mumpers) during this isolation travail. They’ll do anything to get books into your hands. I can call up and say “I’d like a Book Bundle, ten books, of mysteries set in this century in North America”. They call me when it’s ready (no more than a day), I zip down, park outside, call inside, they walk out and put the bag in my trunk. No contact. If I win the lottery I’m going to give them half of it. I too miss wandering through the stacks though and talking about books with the librarian at the check out desk.
Strays and rescues here. One long term foster. I figure they are rescuing me.
A few years ago Son #2 moved away to school (little ingrate has yet to return), leaving me in an empty nest. He told me “mom, you need to get yourself a Siamese”. I searched Meezer rescues for months, up to 500 miles away. No luck. Son #2 tells Son #1 “find Mom a Siamese kitten”. A month later I drove 250 miles to pick up my kitten from the woman who runs a home cattery. We met in a huge interstate truck stop parking lot. I handed her a check, she handed me a handful of kitten (approx. $200 a pound) and I drove off. It felt like a drug sale between a gang of grey haired old ladies (there were 7 or 8 of us handing over money and collecting a handful of mewing mind-altering substance in exchange). I remain surprised I drove home without being pulled over for running drugs.
I love the pictures of those colors of yours. My whole house is painted in the palest gray possible, antique white trim. The seller picked the colors and I’ve never gotten tired of them. I’ve found them soothing and versatile. I’ve had rot problems rear their ugly head too, mostly around window frames. The old girl is ~140 years old, I figure she’s earned some rot. I’m less than half that, don’t look nearly that good and I’ve got joint rot too.
Just in to my iPad weather alert: I’m now in a drought warning. We already have forest fire smoke from 1500 miles away (not complaining. I’m too busy worrying about the folks, houses and animals actually there), but now have to worry about grass fires close to home. And it takes only one idiot or lightning strike…in the Midwest plains grass fires can move sooo fast. Wildlife has to run so far and so fast to to survive. We just lived through a derecho that flattened half of Iowa Aug 10th. Good thing there’s no such thing as climate change..
Have to go make some breakfast. My empty tummy ain’t happy about that mug of black coffee I dumped in it as I grabbed the iPad and caught up with all of you. Yes, I know it’s 12:43 CDT and all of you have been up half the day but somebody has to be on night watch.
Boo