After a rather unpleasant morning of getting ready to get ready to do taxes, I decided to go on a quest. For spring. Spring was still buried under the snow. Except in one sunny lawn. The crocuses were out and so were the bees. Can you just imagine how happy the bees must be. (And isn’t English a silly language “the bee must be”?)
Today’s drawer was mostly paper. Not used paper. Just paper. Tablets. I know that one of the tablets belonged to my starter husband. That tablet would be almost 50 years old. And a whole bunch of pens, ball point and felt tip. Also pencils, wood ones and mechanical. Needless to say most of the pens were dried up and the erasers didn’t erase any longer. First, I was going to save the two “good” ball point pens. But, I don’t like ball point pens. Never did. So, upon reflection they went into the donate box.
Last evening, I was a little sad – well, more than a little sad. But, just before I went off to bed – a glorious moon appeared. How could I be sad? (Click on it – it is big, Not good, just big.)
