17 November, 2018 Saturday
Well Dream Kite flew just out of reach leaving glimmers of themes about love and learning I think but that may be wishful thinking.
The Dishwasher had a code on its front which took me half an hour to find a translation for online. When I did that thing the manual which took me another half hour online to find and it did not send the error message to dishwasher hell, I called in Husband Calvary. And I went off to the last outdoor Saturday Farmer’s Market til next spring.
Talked to Farmer Sis and Brother in law who I just cannot stand how much I adore them and bought a winter’s worth of onions and garlic. And the Beef Man and his Spitfire Wife. I love my Market Village. I felt today they are rooting as my Peeps.
Home to Husband. My lovely furries were lined up at the fence so happy to see Mommy. The Bigs and the Littles. I love them so.
Husband and I slipped across the Bridge to go to our favorite Bakery across the River. Had a lovely lunch. Then home to Bill Maher’s last 2018 episode. Let’s hope that when he comes on back mid Jan that we have witnessed the final shaming of DT so we can wind back the crazy.
Goddess Roamer called to plot Super Zoi’s debut to the Ring. Its the first week in December. I cannot wait.
We’ve had a fabulous day.
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