When I got on email this morning I expected to have a reply from the Commonplace Book Club answering my question about why I was paying some Arab-sounding guy instead of the Angela I'd spent the day emailing back and forth to. There was no reply. So I went back on the Commonplace BC's website and right there at the top was a warning that they did not solicit authors to feature their books. That any offers to that effect were fraudulent. Whew. Guess I didn't do enough due diligence on that one. I did on the London one, though, so I think that's okay. I think. God, I hate the way things are today with scammers and hackers under every rock and behind every tree. Can't I just get a break?
A Sparrow landed on the suet nuggets this morning. You can see how empty the feeder is. I decided not to fill the feeders today. Partly because I don't want to put fresh nuggets in the feeder until it's empty and partly because it was so windy that the safflower seed would be blown or shaken out of the swinging platform feeder.
The drawing prompt today was Work. I decided to draw the only place I work these days--my desk. I didn't come back here to copy it, I drew it from memory. It's less messy than it is in real life. I like the way it turned out.
In the afternoon, I braved the gale and went outside to cut rhubarb to make a batch of sauce to put on my yogurt tomorrow. No, I won't be putting it all on, just a bit of it, but I'm looking forward to it. It's so much better than tart cherries or blueberries thawed in the microwave and put on there.
I decided to try painting the purple mums in my birthday bouquet. This is not my best effort.
After supper I drew a gratitude journal page. I got to do the afternoon school run today. I love doing it. Getting to spend even those few minutes with them really brightens my day.
Tonight at Friday Night Knitting I finished the Sunset Doublethick Cloth. I didn't make it 8" long because that just seems too long and the pattern says that the cloth is a square. Well, the way I make it it's only 6" wide so I make it 7" long which fits over a hand perfectly. This is not a dish cloth really, it's more of a washcloth, or a warshrag like my grandmother used to say.
Tomorrow is Saturday (I said that to prove I know what day it is.) and it's supposed to be almost as chilly as it was today--62 degrees to today's 56 degrees--but maybe not as windy. Today's wind was sharp and blew like it really meant it. I got up in the middle of the night to grab a little flannel blanket to put over me in bed. My cotton sheet and cotton blanket just weren't cutting it. It's a little chilly in the house but I refuse to turn on the furnace just yet. Heck, the air conditioner was running a few days ago. Crazy.
--Barbara
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I guess that's the definition of "change of season" - hot one day, cold the next.
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