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Well, this is what happens when you house sit for a month. Our creeping ivy has become galloping ivy. It is also a bone of contention - I love it, my husband hates it. (He should sand blast and paint the patio of he wants to get me on board, I'm just sayin'.)
All of that, a dusty house, and the return to non-central air conditioning are looming like a veritable sword of Damocles. Tonight is our last night over at the house-sitting house and we are celebrating with take out lobster rolls for supper. It's a Thursday special at a local restaurant and we figured - why mess up the kitchen again? We'll just eat lobster rolls and soak up the cool. I came home for a quick shower (hey, I'm a girl and all my junk is here) and check email. I've also got to find a little hand sewing to take back with me for one more afternoon of movie watching, hand sewing and at about 4PM EDT, one last, great, epic indulgent nap on the world's greatest napping couch, under my woobie - one of Mom's quilts. It does not get much better than that.
My two Christmas cathedral window's projects are each missing a tooth (who counts?) so I've got to stitch up a couple of foundations (made easier by my repaired, cleaned , faster, smoother Bernina) and bring them with me back to the "summer cottage," as we have been calling it.
Sigh.
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