Little Dolly is coming along and it is vastly apparent that the good lord did not put me on earth to make dolls. Bless her little heart. I am much better at monkey sock dolls because it's all just so preordained by the socks and I'm not even sure why I decided to try and make this doll but I did and I have to say that I am enjoying myself, even as I laugh at myself. I plan on giving her some bodacious eyebrows because Magnolia already has a pair of those herself. Some of you may remember when Maggie was born and Lily said, "She doesn't have any eyebrows!" and Jason said, "Don't worry. She'll get one."
One of my favorite family stories. And although she has not yet achieved the status of having an eyebrow, she's sure got some good ones.
Meanwhile, the tomatoes and peppers and basils and eggplants are yammering to get their root-feet into the ground. I went around and pulled the broccoli I've cut, the mustards that have bolted, and an arugula or two which is definitely, without-a-doubt, DONE!
No, I did not.
I've finished the Scientology book and am now listening to a Stephen King novel which is not reading like any Stephen King novel I've ever read. It's called Billy Summers and so far, I'm there, I'm hooked.
And here it is Thursday and tomorrow is Friday which is how weeks operate. But seriously? How did this happen?
It was amazing.
It does not take even a minute after the power goes out for the generator to kick on then...it's like nothing ever happened. We have lights and fans and internet and TV and all of the modern stuff you take for granted until it goes away. And you know what? I felt guilty! Of course I felt guilty. Guilt is my default mode and here we were, living the life, not bumbling about with miner's lights strapped around our heads, lighting candles and wondering how in hell we were going to watch Survivor. Okay. One of us watches Survivor and it's not me. I felt better about it all when Hank reminded me that Mr. Moon had mixed and laid a literal ton of cement to make the pad the generator sits on.