Yesterday I was up early 'cause some moron outside decided to tap out a rhythm on his car horn repeatedly for half an hour rather than get out of the car and ring the doorbell of whomever they doorbell of whomever they were trying to pick up. This happens most Saturdays. After wresting with some truly intractable bills,the postal service brought me a grant rejection so of course I had to launch right into a painting of a group of zombies. That will fix everything.
We gave the kid a teen cook book and a mini blender, among other gadgets. She went right to work on her new discoveries with purpose and excitement. Pleasant aromas filled the kitchen. I hope this translates into fixing meals. The plan here is to get her putting dinner on the table as we get home from the office.
The yarn bombers are at it again. The parking meters on Falls Road have been fitted with dainty cozies. The one pictured is for the same sex marriage vote, which passed in the recent election. Knitting for social awareness.