It rained again today. Today is Sunday. Yesterday was Saturday. It felt like Sunday. I said it was Sunday. Believed it wholeheartedly, and none of my "friends" took me aside to correct me. Thank you, y'all. Patty is the only friend who's ever let me know when I acted like the emperor. It was the day my addition didn't quite add up. Now that's what a friend does. *grin*
It rained so annoyingly--again, my rooster laid an egg out of boredom. Or was it an egg and two rocks? My outside avian friends were just as unimpressed with this desultory show of rain drops that they showed up for dinner like the sun was in full shine. The juveniles are never wary of humans and will practically eat while you scatter. I can almost reach out and touch. I guess it takes at least one feather-raising experience before they learn to be wary of humans. Sadly.
Here's another pencil. What? You were hoping I was done? This is my lithographic pencil. Why I own one is beyond me. It's been used. Such a head scratcher. I must be getting old.
I rescued a fly from drowning the other day. It was the day before the first rain. I let it grab hold of a fallen twig I picked up from the willow. It landed in the grass. The fly. Not the twig. Here's hoping I didn't step on it! And what if its fate was death by drowning? Had I interfered? I don't even like flies, but they're necessary for our ecosystem. Must they contribute in such a gross fashion though? Never mind.
I really should hang my calendar. If it has a place near my desk it might help keep track of which day I'm using up, but I doubt it. The other day, after I wrote about pencil and paper being better than Evernote, "they" send an e-mail with tips on how clever I'd be if I used their app instead. Big Sister is everywhere, huh?
This was meant to be my day off from letters but I discovered this lovely in the back of my desk drawer. It was stuck. There's no way to tell if I answered it before or after it dried, but I don't mind answering again, just in case. I wonder if I write the same thing in response to the same letter when I accidentally repeat. Hmm. I suppose there's no way to know, but since this one showed up exactly one year to the date, it deserves another reply.
Such a sweet envelope, huh? Red polka dots. Bunting. What's not to like since it came with my name and address on front, and has some of my favorite colors? Red, white, and black. Black, white, and red? Never mind. There's no rhyme or reason to that thought. So, here's to a year old letter! May all your mail stay dry. But if it gets wet, hang it high. Don't ask how. Thank you, dear LR. I'm so sorry if I didn't answer because your lovely letter went MIA by accident. I finally remember how it came to need a good drying out. Shame on me!
Write on everyone. I'm catching up.