The lunch wagons are kinda loosely ‘scheduled’ near the office. Sometimes there’s the one you expect and on days like today there’s not. I went down towards the area and headed back in the direction of the office. Instead of taking the sidewalk I walked on the pavement. This downed dove chick has a hurt wing and was here by the curb. She wouldn’t let me scoop her up to help her onto the dirt away from traffic. I messaged a friend from the office who came down and helped get her up off the pavement. There are bushes she can hide under until she heals a bit more.
This past Saturday night I was at a birthday party for one of my musician friends. I joined them on stage with one of my Irish whistles for a few rounds of improvisation. This was a wake up call for me to get back in practice with my whistle.
A couple of weeks ago I bought this manual reel mower. I knew that the backyard was going to be a challenge when I got it. The grass in the front was pretty easy, and I can mow that in about the same amount of time it took with the gasoline mower. ‘Yay human power! LOL!’ I didn’t immediately start on the back at the same time, and it has rained a bit since it was last cut. Because you have to go over a spot a few times before moving on to the next patch of grass I’m getting quite the upper body workout now. Right now, and until probably the 2nd week of June we’ll be in the rainy season here in Austin. That means I’ll have to spend some time chipping away at the lawn in the back until I’m able to go over it at the pace that I cut the front.
As a kid I remember sewing machines running several days a week. We lived in my grandparents’ house until I turned six. Both my mother and grandmother had machines and one or both of them were doing something on them every day or so. They made quite a few of their own clothes, and everything I know about using a needle and thread, and general garment construction comes from observing them over the years.
My sewing ‘skills’ include replacing buttons, repairing hems, sewing on embroidered patches, and restitching pieces that have come apart. One of my hobbies is doing some modifications to bags and backpacks. I’ve also created a couple of pouches from patterns, and will probably do some of that in the future.
Back when we were living in Fallbrook, California I did this and San Diego Gas & Electric had to send in a truck with a cherry-picker for someone to take it down. I guess they didn’t find it all that funny. LOL
It was 1967. I was 4. The sky was overcast. It was most likely Spring…sometime in late March or April. I don’t remember wearing a coat and it wasn’t hot out. Dad came and picked me up from daycare, which was a couple of streets over from where we lived in East Austin…continue reading on Medium.com.