Between aging (ugh, what a terrible word) and year of taking coricosteroids, I have developed thin skin (literally, not figuratively), especially on my hands and forearms. If I manage to cut myself (in this case, during the dangerous activity of folding laundry) I can’t use a regular band-aid; removing it will actually tear the skin again. So now I use these self-sticking bandages that come in super fun colors.
Doug and I went for a lovely paddle down in West Roxbury today. Saw lots of ducks, geese, shorebirds, and a few herons. Given that I took this on my pocket camera, and not Doug’s big-boy camera with the giant lens, I’m pretty happy with this photo.
lawn sign
The rug in front of the kitchen sink. Why? Another one of those days when I couldn’t find any real photographic inspiration. Hence….the rug.
It’s fun getting eggs from a local farm. Clearly, that whole “brown eggs are local eggs” thing is garbage.
