Stuff

 Thursday:

I had a relatively quiet day today.

 We had to be up and out of the house early for my physical therapy appointment. It's fine. I won't see her again until the end of April, but there is plenty to occupy me until then.

We came home again and I sat and sewed on and off throughout the day. I've been sewing bookmarks with the tiniest of my scraps. Seriously, some of them are the size of a quarter (though most are larger). I had saved and earmarked these itty-bitty scraps for card making, but I have enough cards so I made bookmarks instead. Along with the tiny scraps, I used up some scraps of denim and interfacing as well as some invisible thread (it's really like a fine translucent nylon filament, like fine fishing line). I have about fifteen bookmarks now and I'll make them until I get bored (since I will never ever run out of little scraps of fabric). Each one of the books we put into the Little Free Libraries near us will include a handmade bookmark. 

While I've been sewing, I started half-watching a new series on Netflix, an Australian television show called Upper Middle Bogan. It's one of the funniest things I've seen in awhile. I really like how good natured it is. It's not sappy sweet--sometimes the characters are mean or sarcastic--but in the end, the characters all have a basic respect for each other and are able to see past their differences to compromise in some way. It's a nice change from what's going on all around me in this so-called real world.

Saturday:

We lazed about most of the morning--well, I did anyway, spending time reading, sewing, and half-watching episodes of Upper Middle Bogan. Dave was up and about, mixing up bread dough. Around 2:30, we loaded up Rudy's truck with a bunch of stuff from the garage that needs to go to the dump. Of course by the time we got to the dump around 3:40 p.m., there was a line of trucks waiting to get in and there was no way that we would have made it in by the 4:30 p.m. closing time, so we came home. Sigh. I did get an iced decaf soy latte out of the deal though. Dave got an iced lavender matcha latte, which he likes even though he says they taste like soap. (I don't like lavender, it makes me itchy just to smell it, so I did not taste his drink.)

We're supposed to meet my mother tomorrow morning to go to the museum, but we'll try to go to the dump again after that. 

We came home and had showers to wash the dust and pollen off. We got into our pajamas and Dave went back to his cooking. He had mixed up dough for dinkelbrot and pitas and he also wanted to make dosas for dinner as well. He is also making a potato filling for the dosas. He's done more cooking in one day than I've done in the last month.