This is the view from my back door. It's a glorious day here. When I uploaded this picture I noticed all the telephone and electrical wires running through the neighborhood. This is 2010. Aren't we supposed to have all underground cable by now? Isn't that what we are paying for in our utility bills? Oh, and aren't we all supposed to be driving "flying" cars by now? That's what all the movies told us 20 years ago. This is the kind of stuff I contemplate when I am doing chores. You too?
This is the view slightly below.It is our yard. Or garden, if you will. We are not gardeners, though. Far from it. Bill clears off this stone berm every fall and we contemplate what we should plant while looking at the barren wall all winter. It's all talk. We know every April and May this thing will explode with whatever was planted by the previous owners. Don't ask me what it is because I don't know. If you want gardening expertise go here. I think gardening is like car maintenance. I am forever grateful that someone knows how to do it, and do it expertly, but I don't have the inclination.
I went out today to the post office, the library, and the grocery store. Here is my booty. Salad to go with our leftovers for dinner and a movie for Bill. This is definitely a Bill movie. I could probably be persuaded to watch if it wasn't for all the explosions. I hate the noise. General rule of thumb here - if a movie has explosions I don't tend to watch it. If a movie has actors talking in an English accent and wearing clothes from another century, Bill doesn't watch it. The acceptance of this fact is the core of a happy marriage.
Once my chores were done it meant I could get to my current project. This is one of my little sewing tins. It contains berries. Lots and lots of them.Excuse me while I pop in a movie (one with costumes and English accents) and make berries.
Hope you have a great day too.
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