A package arrived in the mail today, addressed to me, from Laughing Moon Chocolates in Vermont. “Weird,” I thought, “I don’t recall ordering anything.” Opened it up, and there’s this lovely little tray of chocolates from our friends who are spending a couple of months skiing. Thanks!
When you can’t even wait to get out of the parking lot…
Today is National Chocolate and Caramel Day. My kind of holiday, for sure.
Aside from my 2 recent visits to get vaccinated, I haven’t been to Fenway Park in over 40 years. Barring another pandemic or other disaster, I suspect this will be the last time I set foot.
Ferrous hung out with me for the duration of a movie this afternoon, and then stuck around afterwards. I hated to disturb him but I needed to get up–cuz when you gotta go, you gotta go.
With their permission (and key) I popped by a friend’s house to pick up something. Haven’t been inside someone else’s house in over a year, so it was very strange; even stranger because no one was home. I wanted to hang out on the porch for a bit, but settled for just taking a photo of this chair.
For some reason, I find these new little traffic lights for bikes just adorable.
Doug is once again experimenting with his pasta maker. Tonight, we are having spinach linguine with shrimp. Can’t wait!
At the advice of my therapist, I bought myself a punching bag to work out frustration. It came empty, with the suggestion that you could fill it with old clothes and things. So I posted on the local Buy Nothing group, wound up with more castoffs than I could use, and stuffed it full.
Rachel gave us this puzzle of Yellowstone. Possibly because she hates us. The majority of the pieces are beige, some with microscopic writing on them. You know you’re in trouble when even putting the edge together is a challenge…
