David called earlier from the supermarket, where he had lost the grocery list. Goodness knows what will be in those bags he just brought in the house. At least I know he bought some fish because he called again to report the Snapper had scales on it. Get the butcher to remove them and fillet the fish, I suggested. Good thing we have cell phones.
My latest crochet adventure reveals skills atrophied while I was away from yarn. Although my fingers remember the stitches I learned so painfully all those years ago, getting my arthritic hands to work presents a challenge. The fifth time I ripped out what I had weaved with my little crochet hook, I decided to improvise, and four hours later got a section 4 feet long and two inches wide with the odd dog hair attached (Johnny likes to crawl in my lap while I work).
So far, so good, although my pointer and index fingers as well as thumb on my right hand were numb again this morning. This has been going on for a while in both hands, largely because of typing on the computer. Doc says it is probably carpel tunnel.
Most of the folks who normally use our local streets are away during August when Congress is in recess. Vacations, campaigning or whatever, makes most driving very nice. Occasionally, the odd driver who thinks a normally crowded road has become a speedway endangers lives. One of these speeders almost clobbered us last week. Fortunately, it was a near miss. Had he survived the crash (the other driver was approaching from the left), the police would have charged David with reckless driving as he was pulling out of a side street near our house.
Events like this and his fall down the stairs last week lead me to believe in fate. When your time is up, your time is up. In the meantime, you might as well enjoy yourself. Which we did yesterday with a nice meal at the Carriage House. The owner told us “Good thing we came when we did because today he is headed to Las Vegas for two weeks.”
As for me, I would rather stay home and look at my Begonia.
(Below Nell Gwynne today)