Ten days into November already? And we haven’t failed yet. Nor entirely, anyway – I can scarcely say that the vision of quality has been achieved. Times are difficult however and I must settle for jotting down a few thoughts on most days – today being one of those days.
RAK packages have been sent. Soup and bread rolls have been made. Conference calls happened and kept me away from my desk.
That’s it. Dead boring.
While I was knitting on the new scarf last night…
That's a poor colour reproduction (low light shot)
(note the very sexy blue needles…)
Mr L was undercoating the fireplace. It needs several more coats.
Dehumidifier drying the (first) undercoat out - we're making incremental forward movement on this project at last
That’s it. No. Really. There is nothing of interest occurring on the Windswept Acre this week.
The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth.
Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past.
Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.
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