Professional manicures don’t hold up like they used to. But professional pedicures still do. I supposed it’s because one’s feet are frequently covered by socks, while one’s hands bear the brunt of dishwashing, keyboarding, cooking, and the like.
We had two trees taken down from the back yard, and it’s confused the squirrels and birds that once lived in them. They’re probably wondering where their home went. I see a couple squirrels have already taken up new residence in a nearby sycamore.
The hummingbirds have found the feeder I put up just outside my office window. This feeder replaces the one I used to hang that attracted not only a bevy of birds but also a squadron of squirrels. It is squirrel-proof, however, since it’s filled with sugar water. I don’t think squirrels have a sweet tooth.
Keeping our house picked up because it’s on the market isn’t that difficult, which goes to show that Earl and I are pretty much neatniks to begin with. I have taken to showering at the health club, however, because I don’t like to squeegee the shower doors.
I am finally finishing the baby stroller blanket I’m making for a friend’s new granddaughter. While it’s about a third the size of a regular afghan, it’s taken me almost as long to crochet as the full sized ones I usually create. Maybe it’s because the yarn is so fine. Or maybe it’s because I rarely make the same pattern twice, so I’m always having to learn new stitches.
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