HAPPY NEW WEEK and HAPPY FULL MOON
I hope everyone has a great week!
The full "flower" moon is next Saturday (the 18th)!
Still relentlessly raining here...
HEATHER, when you said yesterday something about not being dressed for gardening, it reminded me about a poem I wrote a few years ago entitled "I'm Gardening in Slippers Again....." -- I would love to put it on here to cheer you up, but I don't want it to be copied by anyone. You get the gist, I go out to hang the laundry or to feed the birds, and next thing I know half an hour has passed, I'm clutching a fistful of weeds and my slippers are damp!
http://scottishwildlifetrust.org.uk/things-to-do/wildlife-webcams/loch-of-lowes/
RSPB Giving Nature a Home
Evening all: What a lot of chat on here today.
Diane: Is this that huge project that was late in arriving a few months back? Are you editing or also rewriting someone else's work? If it's the folks who you already worked for, they already know you're reliable and capable - so take heart. I know your projects are fact-heavy (whereas my freelance gig is pure blather). OG's advice to possibly divide it into bite-sized pieces is good if it's that kind of job.
OG: Brilliant - a birthday party for J and with both sisters coming. When is it?
Lindybird: I don't garden in slippers. My thing is to wear my "good" gym shoes instead of the tatty old ones that I keep in the garage especially for the garden. I'm always spotting something that needs a quick trim, etc., and two hours later I come in the house with mud and dirt all over the nice ones. In fact, I seem to have more tatty old gardening clothes than anything else right now. Let's hope the curtain monitor doesn't make the rounds before you replace the others.
dibnlib: Seven miles is a lot. Do you have some kind of support or cushioning for your heels? When's the eye appt?
I went with OH to Costco today. He finally decided to have a hearing test (does that mean I may soon stop having to repeat myself?). I picked up some basics, then, when I was waiting outside near the food court a bird landed on my head. I mean, I know my hair is a mess, but really! There was this sudden scrabbling on my scalp and then it took off. Not sure who was more surprised, but it gave a couple of people near me a good laugh. I also had a chat with an older German lady who was handing out food samples and we had a good moan about The Orange Menace and then Brexit. Lots of eye-rolling involved. She was kidding (I think) about walking to Canada and claiming political asylum at the border.
Have a good Tuesday all.