My snazzy Sally-Car-Snowglobe from Sweetpea, pink for my new kitchen:
Chris has made me some temporary working counter-tops from those neat panels you make shower-enclosures with.
We’re making do, and it even looks a little like it will when all the real white ones are installed.
Despite my grumps and grumbles and constant hunts for things and stumbling over things, we’re blessed---rich and full and overflowing:
And I don’t know how we’re ever going to use up all this cheese Caro came home with today. Kim and Mike enjoy a cheese course like we do, and this is just too much sugar for a dime. Wow, and with the dates and Marconas and her homemade plum conserve---oh, my. That's a confiture orange at the back and a rich, sticky date-and-walnut cake in front.
There ARE some things which keep us laughing through this constant mess. Sis and I found this 1914 picture in an old box several years ago, and it surfaced again whilst we were getting things in and out of THE ROOM. It’s from one distant relative to another, and I’m sure that her message on the postcard meant to convey that in between photograph and posting, the estimable gentleman had shuffled off this mortal coil, vale of tears, etc., but her phrasing from 101 years ago still makes us fall out laughing.
And I can never resist the urge to say, “Well, Doan’t he look Nachrul??”