Stray thoughts, gray hairs
Not long now. Patience is a virtue, you know.
Ahhh. Instant gratification is nice, too.
The girls love lessons with Archer John.
And they’re getting better every week.
And this week Archer John asked, “Mama want to try a few shots?”
So I stepped up to the plate, so to speak.
I dusted off my waaaaay back in college second-semester archery class skills.
I couldn’t remember a thing … like how to actually let go of the arrow and shoot.
Archer John laughed. Then he said, “Just relax your fingers.”
And then I proceeded to pop three balloons stuck in the bullseye.
It was glorious.
They don’t call me eagle eye fer nuthin’, ya know.
My virus has left the building.
My sister had her gall bladder removed yesterday.
She no longer has any gall.
I cleaned out the refrigerator yesterday.
Amazing what finds its way behind the vegetable drawers.
I paid a stinkin’ $8.25 for a Super Wash car wash yesterday.
Then I went for groceries at 8 p.m.
The “bug shield” does not shield my vehicle from bugs.
We were awakened by the screechings of a hawk this morning.
Perched in the tree beside the chicken coop.
Speaking of chickens, the rooster is finally learning to crow.
That’s not a good thing.
My daughter has 115 photos in her 4-H project portfolio.
Do you think that’s enough?
I hate laundry. I hate that laundry miraculously appears and multiplies.
Right before my very eyes!
I hate ants.
I hate mosquitoes.
I pulled three white hairs from my bangs this morning.
Emmy Lou Harris is cool, right?
Have a lovely Saturday!