Things Change

I found this little friend in our kitchen in the middle of the night a couple of nights ago.  She was not happy when I put a paper bowl over her until Dave could use his snazzy insect trapper to relocate her outside.

She is the second scorpion I've caught in the house. The first was much smaller. Turns out that they can squeeze through gaps as little as 1/16th of an inch, so I'm sure the big gaps around our doors are not much of a challenge to them. 

 Dave put her outside for now. (I did some reading about scorpions and it turns out that the females spend about eight months out of the year pregnant and that they are more aggressive than the males.)

Gray Kitty, outside.

Nanas with googly eyes. 

Here's some random stuff:

It's been hot recently and today it's windy. It's been hazy, too, pollen and maybe smoke from wildfires. 

I had a rough weekend, with swollen lymph nodes in my armpit and jaw on my right side. It feels a bit better today, but I'm still feeling...just not right. My hypochondriac brain suggest sepsis--just as it suggests a heart attack whenever I have heartburn or acid indigestion (a common symptom among women who have heart attacks) and stroke whenever I have a headache. My brain is not my friend sometimes. 

I spent part of the day sleeping and part of the day sewing. I finished a quilt yesterday, the circle quilt, but it was not a very satisfying finish. When it was done, I washed and dried it, folded it up and put it away. I may try it again, but maybe not. I need some new inspiration.

Today, I've spent some time journaling and doing laundry and starting to clear up my sewing area. I cleared out my most used sewing drawer, which had a bunch of stuff that didn't belong in there, including some dried up coffee from when I spilled coffee in it not once but twice.

Last night I fell asleep close to four-thirty in the morning, listening to a cabbie from London describing the routes he takes through the city. His channel was recommended to me because I watch a bunch of delivery drivers in London. I've also recently started watching videos made by a driving instructor in London. Most of the time she is instructing new drivers, but sometimes she has her friends or family who have been driving for years as example drivers (most would fail their driving tests if they took them now as they've built up the bad habits that all of us acquire over years of driving).  I don't know what draws me to these kinds of videos, but they are fascinating.

We are picking up a grocery order later this evening and maybe we'll drop off some bread Dave made for Grace and go by my old elementary school. My mother sent photos over the weekend showing that it's been mostly knocked down. Things change, don't they?