Great-great Uncle Adolph Russell Thompson’s World War I draft registration card
All fingers on right hand off at or near wrist. That’s what it says. I don’t know what it means, but that’s what it says.
So, I’ve been making up scenarios in my head for how he lost his fingers (or, rather, HAND). NaNoWriMo is just around the corner, y’all, and I need plot ideas. May as well mine weird family history for them, right?
A coworker gave me some plants a few years back. She swore one of them was coleus, which should only grow a few inches tall. It was not coleus. It was giant, mutant, evil basil. I do not like basil. I can’t stand the smell or the taste. Even pulling the babies in the spring grosses me out. This stuff is, I kid you not, 4-5 feet tall. And now it’s flowering, which I KNOW, I KNOW means it will just spread more. But in order to pull it, I have to smell it, which I’m not willing to do. Someday it will take over so thoroughly that I will be forced to move.
The bees like it, though.
She was so fat and juicy and revolting that I had to get out the big camera, so I could get a decent photo of her.
I walked to work today. It was (as I may have mentioned!) cold and miserable. I decided I needed A Something, and I hit 10,000 steps on my way to the snack machine for Doritos. So that’s the kind of day it was. Ugh.
And then I got annoyed with being cold and did some rage walking up to the stairs to the 10th floor. Which was fine, but walking back down I hurt my good knee. So I stressed the rest of the afternoon about having to walk home on a bum knee. It ended up being okay, thankfully.
I am driving in tomorrow though, so I can take extra warm wear.
Have I mentioned how cold it’s been at work this week? It’s been cold, yo. Really, really, really cold. My hands and feet are like ice cubes, and they hurt. I know 60F doesn’t seem that bad, but believe me, when you are sitting all day at a computer, it’s bad.
I have drunk so much tea and coffee that I don’t ever want to look at the stuff again. I think I have done most of my daily 10,000 steps walking back and forth to the bathroom, because did I mention TEA AND COFFEE?
I’m back from vacation. Franny and Piglet spent pretty much the entire day like this. I think they may have missed each other.
Windmills in Iowa
red paper boat 