This morning I browsed about in a Good Will Store. Two unique items came home with me......just because I thought they were really sweet.
One was a small wooden hand-carved turtle that looked lonely on the shelf among all the other miscellany. Poor little guy was randomly placed on top of a clear glass dish, and I envisioned him happily sunning himself on my kitchen window sill. I happen to like turtles a lot. Their physical structures are so different than any other animal, they move rather slowly minding their own business, are well-protected, and can live a rather long life, like 10 to 100 years.
The other treasure was a child's pair of wooden shoes, unpainted and unfinished. This will be a future acrylic painting project. Right now I have enough of these projects waiting in line, that I most definitely will need to live a minimum of 200 more years. It's nuts. I have far more interests than I have sense. Just ask the man I live with!
The last few years I've had a mental implant that guarantees for every one thing that I bring into the house......one thing is taken out of the house. This magic formula works like a charm.
I'd best skittle to the kitchen. We're going to have broccoli chowder for supper, and I like to make it so the flavors have a chance to get acquainted before it's time to get the ladle out of the drawer. Lots of people eat crackers with their soup, but I happen to not be one of them. It's a thick slice of bread for me.
