I've never planted grass seed this late in the year before, but with Environment Canada insisting on snow tonight, this may be my last chance for the season.
But I guess I'll be saying it a lot in the next little while. Thankfully, this was only a skiff.
I bought a much more sensible pair. And the clothes upstairs made the colours in these shoes look dull.
And, be still my beating heart. A whole store dedicated to buttons. I hadn't planned on coming here so didn't bring any fabric swatches. Next time.
The space between the linoleum and the door and the linoleum and the stairs has been finished and primed.
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
It'll have hardwood floors.
Now that it has been vacuumed out, eet ees cozy, non?
Well, perhas not, but at least we did get an electrical outlet in the sunroom.
And I don't have to worry about turning my ankle on the heavy electrical cord that was running in there as a temporary solution.
She also installed a proper plug. She said the iron was two 'heavy' to have on a non-grounded extension cord.
I don't know what she is talking about. The irons don't weigh very much at all!
The Geek's friends enjoy hamming it up with her wig.
And this is how I looked the next day. I've seen women who have hair that looks like this. Which now make me wonder, do they do this on purpose, or is it left over from a night out the day before.
