Wednesday, August 23, 2017

dig, lights, skeins

* The day goes well and then a phone call to tell me the 22 year old husband of the daughter of a friend has died on active service in Germany. Death, death go away. You are not wanted here. I must be allowed to catch my breath before you come again. Must I dig for gems on most days?

* Red fairy lights surrounding the silver urn.

* Skeins of yarn in the mail that I forgot that I ordered.

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