(god, my hands are so dry. yours too? guess I wash 'em too much. pause while I lotion up....)
I forgot to tell you how big a hit the little messenger bag I took to Big Sister was on Friday afternoon. I showed her the pockets and how the strap goes over her head to ride across her chest so she can run and play without it slipping off. At first it lay on the chair arm by her Grandma Eileen (!!! fun to see her unexpectedly) but by the time I left an hour later her best pal Teddy was riding in it while she twirled and hopped around the room. Oh, the hats looked good on Baby Sister too.
April 7--Frederic Remington, The Cheyenne.
Like a single organism
horse and rider move
across the Plains,
man and beast as one
in defense of ancestral land.
Makes me wish I could ride a horse like that but I'm too chicken to get way up there and boss around a horse with just two leather strings and force of will. I could stand to ride a convertible though... maybe not today, it's only 40 degrees. I'm off to do a bit of random cleaning. Enjoy your Sunday.