It was windy today, and the air was full of dancing, swirling seed pods like this one, which is nearly four inches across. I was reminded of the opening scenes from Legends. Remember that Tom Cruise?
It was too cold and windy to swim. It was too cold and windy to swim yesterday too, but we did anyway. Today we didn't, because we remembered yesterday.
It's nearly impossible to feel truly sad while eating a popsicle. I'm fairly certain I've said this before. Occasionally though, I'm reminded of how true it is.
I'm debating throwing out the remainder of the shamefully ridiculous amount of candies the kids brought home from the grandparents. Jelly bellys are evil. And the Peeps won't be any good for at least two months. They'll only start to get chewy by then.
One cool thing emerged from the baskets though. There is this bright yellow plastic bitty in a brighter pink bonnet. You push down on her head and she lays candy from her butt while chirping cheerily away.
At last, the perfect container for Paxil. That one's a keeper.
Now I'm off to the studio again. Lots of work to be done, just to keep from getting behinder.