The week

It's Saturday, it's Saturday. Time to get ready for Sunday. First, to breakfast, the breakfast of champions! It begins, as always, with apricot juice, my personal favorite, or patiently peeled orange, carefully sorted into each bowl, so that no one person gets two halves from the same. This allows the worst and best to be shared by all. Then comes a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts with a generous amount of honey. Bread comes last to finish the meal. Then it's off to scrub the potatoes, or make the jello, but only if it's red jello with canned fruit and that's only for company. And after a long day of work, it's time to unwind with the Lawrence Welk show and the Champagne Lady.

And now to Sunday, a new week begun. The Spoken Word rings through the house. The cheese toast is crackling. And mostly, the organ is singing its familiar tunes with its robust and favorite singer, until its time for to play Upwords alongside the worn and well-loved dictionary. There shall be music wherever he goes.

The work week begins again on Monday. It's off to battle, to battle with the noxious weeds, the dandelions and morning glory, with a trusty brown knee pad as shield and a sturdy dandelion digger as sword - the same used by various young invincibles to threaten loss of toe or worse in a treacherous tossing game.

And a birthday on Tuesday, which must have cake! Out from the freezer it comes bedecked with the candle, the special 8 candle, and only after and song can the rowdy group dig in. "Get out and walk."

It's Wednesday, which means it's Ice Cream Night. The night would go as it always does; "What do you want, bug?" "What is there?" "What do you want, Boss?" "Whatever's good." Within a few short minutes, a small bowl would arrive, brimming with melting ice cream, with indentations where a stray finger eased the scoop into the bowl.

It's Thursday now and maybe raining outside. The saw in the shop is whirring, or maybe the lathe. Sawdust flies to unswept recesses of the room. And maybe later, it's the sewing machine binding ever lengthening strips together as the next braided rug forms in tight, flat rows.

It's Friday and shopping is the order of the day. Reams has all the delights for the week. In comes plastic bags of bananas, cereal, milk, and generous packages of meat, ready for the roaster on Sunday.

Hardly a day goes by without some work on a puzzle, study of the daily paper, and a slice of homemade bread, slathered in margarine and homemade jam. In the fall, it's canning and passball. In summer, it's weeding and the print shop. In spring, it's waking the yard. In winter, it's pruning and shoveling.

On every bridge, there is a road to travel. On every road is a sign to read, and very few make it through life unread by one well-seasoned Traveler.

Adios. Au revior. Aufvedersehen.

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Eating bread and honey

The Little Miss has really started loving her nursery rhymes. Really. So the current project, okay, one of the current projects is a quiet book page based on 'Sing a Song of Sixpence.' I started with the bread and honey, not forgetting the 'ife. That's honey, not peanut butter. And it really does stick. College education at its finest.

Can you guess how it works?

Sneak without the peek

How many people do you know research Medieval art for a quiet book page? Well, now you know one. More soon!

Page The First

We have completion! At least a start of completion. Here is page one of the church style quiet book. The face is based off of 'If You Chance to Meet a Frown.' The Little Miss was a bit upset when I took her face and attached it to another cloth. She has tried to remove it several times. I hope it holds up. Now on to the moon and stars. After that, is the earth, the animals, then Adam and Eve. It's going to take a lot more than 7 days for me.

(It's quiet now...)

My crafty self has decided to make the Little Princess a quiet book, church style. I've been contemplating the creation and other Bible stories, to include at least one Adam and Eve page. In a nerdy moment of inspiration, or possibly indigestion, I thought about basing it off an anatomy lesson. I'm not thinking Anat/Phys 301, but Adam has a heart, lungs, and a brain. When bouncing the idea off my mister, he said I should include the ribs cage, but make sure one is removable. Smart.

Hopefully more to come, assuming it actually happens.

Green thumb?

It's already mid-80s here and I have yet to plan the garden. So tomorrow is garden day: peas, beans, lettuce, tomato, and maybe corn and sunflowers. :) My husband and I wrote a plant based love poem for Valentine's day the seems applicable:

Roses are brown.
Violets are brown.
It must be time-
To get out of town.

Welcome to more Southern Arizona gardening!