Misfits arrived yesterday, interesting trying to bring it indoors without bending or lifting. It's mainly lovely summer fruit this week.
Apricots have such a short season, here just a few days, blink and you've missed them, so I seized the chance. And since my breakfast is usually half a pita stuffed with fruit, I have my choice. This morning canteloupe.
I had an under the weather night, between shoulder issues and stomach still not sure what to do, so I did a bit of YouTube surfing and found Sally Pointer's lovely channel about ancient textiles and making things from unusual threads.
This is so tempting, though I don't have enough hair to put in a net, but I really fancy trying this out. It's sprang, a kind of weaving, a bit like Maori finger weaving. She's working in linen thread.
All I needed, to learn one more textile art..
Yesterday's post operative checkup revealed a tiny leak in an incision, and I now have another set of drops on top of the others and a early morning appointment Monday to see if they worked.
Gary dropped in last evening to talk about Where the Crawdads Sing which is apparently a movie now, and he'd just seen it and to panic over my eye. He commented that I'm calmer than he is about the latest development!
One terrific thing I've noticed is that my walls, which had been looking dingy, and not in my repertoire to repaint these days, unlike the past, suddenly look a lot cleaner out of the good eye, and not needing painting half as much as I thought. This is great. I used to do all my own house painting, but nowadays it's not such a good idea to be climbing. So I have a reprieve.
Yesterday's movie was a forgettable old comedy with all the usual suspects,
Also this
This morning Krista Tippett was so on point with a message about transitions, just where my tiny world is, speaking of lenses, never mind the stunning new pictures from space of even more of the universe than we knew
This is great stuff. And we're always in some transition or other, so it's useful for everyone.











