Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Tuesday, May 31, 2022
What Iris Is This?
Monday, May 30, 2022
Sunday, May 29, 2022
Imagine . . .
Saturday, May 28, 2022
Poor Starving Jenny
Friday, May 27, 2022
Thursday, May 26, 2022
Instead of a Josie Post
All I can think of is the agony of the families in Uvalde and the murderous complicity of every politician and voter who rejects rational gun control. (By which I mean at least the kind of vetting one goes through for a driver's license. And, for god's sake, a waiting period.)
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
I always keep a towel in the car-- since I don't hitchhike, I don't actually carry one. But towels have been on my mind recently, particularly the supply of towels in our house.
Each of the two bathrooms has a towel bar with a nice clean, fluffy, relatively new towel and washcloth. The doors of the two bathrooms have hooks from which hang more towels, clean, but thin, frayed, and undeniably ratty. (See first photo.) These are the towels in actual use. The nice towels stay unused--except when Josie takes a bath. She is having none of the crummy towels.
Our linen closet has a stack of unused new towels. So why aren't we using them?
Beats me. But I remember that my grandparents were much the same--continuing to use threadbare towels when there were new ones on the shelf. Is this an old age thing? Inherited frugality? For what are we saving those new towels anyway?
Maybe in honor of Towel Day I'll gather up the ratty ones and put them on the shelf for utility/dog use and break out some new fluffies. Walk on the wild side! Live for the moment! Woo hoo!