In city, hopefully only for the day:
Working through at least 6 loads of laundry. Two to go. We were totally out of clean clothes!

Truck is still not inspected so, with R using my car and etc, I have had a rather unproductive two weeks. And the end of patience.

Lots has been accomplished at the mill - the beginings of my new studio with a beautiful Burgundy door and two big windows. Ideas abound - in my mind - for gardening up on the open area: maybe some buckwheat, using frames found out back for slightly raised beds, also framework for the wheelchair ramp (I am insisting on accessible). Thinking of cut flowers for farm market and .... Make vases, too.

Trimmed R/s hair and, of necessity, started vacuuming cabin - about half done before leaving this morning. Also raked leaves around the cabin and cleared the perennial bed in city.

Sold a few pots at Farm Market on Sunday. Found fabric at the store for an awning - with muted burgundy stripe on off white - for over the door and windows of studio and over LR-to-be window and door also. They gave me a small piece to take home to see if my machine will deal with it but I am thinking sewing may not be necessary. Snaps might do the job or heavy velcro - sewn on. My featherweight has done upholstery material with no problem so...

Fell flat on my face Tuesday. MOST distressing but R watched and informs that I stepped on the vines and then caught the other foot under. I did not have a chance! Said vines have been removed - with a vengeance! I have an interesting red dot in the middle of my forehead and a bruised palm, and a slightly dis-oriented shoulder area. All is healing and returning to normal. I am SO lucky! I am afraid I have always been a bit prideful about not falling or, at least, not damaging myself on those rare occasions. Hence the saying, "Pride goeth before a fall"!?

A long phone call with a friend (two hours on the phone on Saturday!) elicits the info that her 70 pound overweight daughter (almost 60) has lost 21 pounds on the fast two days/week diet. Mom is thrilled to pieces. I am considering it.

Wonderful Jesse Winchester concert on Saturday. Second row, centre! I have never appreciated him as much as this time. It was incredible. He was incredible. Voice as instrument of great delight. And his whole body a performance of subtle amazement. Then there were the disappointed friends of Sunday whom I could have offered a ride! DUMB me!

Better go move clothes to dryer.