And on some azaleas
It's almost like the camera can't handle the color of the some of the flowers around here. It goes into some sort of hyper-drive psychedelic mode.
So. I slept. I stayed in my bed all night long. And I feel like I've accomplished an impossible goal.
Obviously, my bar is set pretty low right now.
Well, Barely Adequate Woman says, "That's okay."
I am going to try and get my hair trimmed today. I am, I believe, in the running for Grandmother-With-The-Longest-Hair-In-The-USA at the moment, which is fine with me but it needs trimming up. And I am going to pick up some jewelry I have had repaired or restrung or tightened and I am going to go to Costco with Lily and the boys.
This, to me, sounds like a practically perfect day.
One of the pieces of jewelry I am picking up is a bracelet which was in my mother's jewelry box since I was a small child and it always fascinated me. It has three large faces of Bacchus on it and a small Diana (I think) and a small Pan. I always thought it was silver but the jeweler I took it to said it was mostly nickel and that it looks as if it were made in Europe. I cannot for the life of me figure out where it might have come from. Mother never wore it. It never had a clasp on it as far as I can remember. Anyway, I will wear it. The Pagan Bracelet From Europe with mysterious origins.
It is raining. It is warm. It is lovely. I slept.
I hope you did too.