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G'day y'all. Doc appt in Philly today. We'll evaluate next step in treatment.

He's pretty. May I have him? I need a reason to laze in bed. Well ... actually I don't. I spent my morning washing fabric for the shop mistress. She uses it to make reversible double-weight cotton chamois flannel cloaks. I've done it a couple times earlier in the season. Takes about three hours to wash, dry and fold. The pieces vary in length from 6 to 8 yards and are 48 to 54 inches wide. It's usually not an issue. She leaves it in the shop Sunday night after the faire closes and I pick it up on Monday morning while I'm out grocery shopping since the grocery store is about halfway between home and the shop. On the way home I stop at the laundromat and load it into the extra large commercial washers to wash while I continue home to unload and put away the groceries. Then back to the laundromat to run the clean fabric through the commercial size dryers. When it's all washed, dried and folded it goes into plastic trash bags to protect it until needed. I leave it in my car until Tuesday morning when I go to a nearby farmers market which is also part way to the shop. Doing it that way just adds a little extra time driving to two of my weekly chores not a big deal. Two weeks ago after the last batch I explained I could wash fabric this past week but not this week because mum is coming and I need a couple days to get ready for her and must go to Philly tomorrow. No problem. She lends us clothes for mum to wear as her faire garb. It was the prototype garb the mistress made for a theatrical costume. No one else uses it and it's mum's size. Works out well. So Saturday when I arrive at the shop she tells me she has mum's garb in her car along with fabric to launder. "Oh ... but ..." Now leaving the garb in the car may not sound like a problem but we park in a large lot behind the faire and since we come and go at different times don't usually park near one another. That means a special trip to the shop on Monday morning. Well shyte ... might as well wash the bloody fabric too. The shop is over 20 twenty miles away and is a 40-45 minute trip oneway. Yeah, an hour and a half round trip to pickup the fabric then another to return it, 90 miles. Took the entire morning from 6:30am until nearly 1pm. I'm knackered my head aches and the only chores I managed at home was to launder my bed linens and remake the bed and to hand wash a bunch of dishes, no dishwasher. The sweet potato and cauliflower I put in to roast for a late lunch/early supper just finished so I'm gonna eat and then crash 'cause my head aches. Thanks for letting me vent. Oh yeah, and now you know why I need something pretty to hold my hand and drop butterfly kisses on my brow.

My bed is calling g'night y'all.

So it was a lovely day at Faire. Bright and sunny with a light breeze and the humidity inproved. Acutally, it was hot if you were in the sunshine. About mid-morning a squad of ROTC from one of the local universities visited the shop. Eight pieces of prime military grade eye candy all between the ages of 19 and 20. They promised to post some of the photos they took on the shop Facebook page. I know, I know, you want stories. I really wish I could get the words to flow.

With fresh apples?

Hey Page! Don't tell Albert but I forgot too. There is so much bluefish food discussed amongst this bunch that keeping it sorted requires a spreadsheet.

Probably because you made too much ...

Oh, so you decided it was time to houseclean the holding pen in the basement. You do realize the herd had been keeping those spiders as pets.

I can't imagine why you'd want to laze about in bed ...

G'day y'all. Today has dawned brighter if slightly more humid than yesterday. Hoping for a good day at Faire.

Well get your head out of their crate.

Overcast but comfortable here. Should be nice for kilting and yes, I know I'm long overdue on the kilt tales. I've been dealing with some depression along with the migraines and it's been messing with my muse. Blessed be y'all.

Yeah, they were telling me about some crazy Canadian that suggested they climb up on a stack of rickety chairs then dive off into a hosta bed. Apparently they talked him out of that and convinced him to install new flooring in his basement instead.

I like the concept of picking up the remaining bits and moving on with life.

I liked this despite the aspect of loss. I think I'd like to know more.

I definitely know these guys. I helped them wash those kilts.

Hey! I think I know those guys.

Just as I imagined ... you done yourself proud with this one. I didn't even mind the short length.

Ladders aren't the problem it's all the other furniture. See.

It's okay Albert his son will hold on to the ladder ...

Not bluefish likely that the herd will make it. Better chance the authorities will arrest Val on white slavery charges. If they can even get out of the country.

Wait, wait, what ... I thought you had been ahead of schedule ... careful is as careful does ... or ... is that chocolate ... or ...

Hi Marty. Hope you're well and getting settled with the new old cottage.

Hope upon hope ... earlier the boy called him "dad" ... appears the right age, etc., is known as Ty and is also allergic to stinging insects ... quite a lot of coincidence there. Excellent use of the prompts and a well constructed continuance of the story.

Well it had stopped raining but it's very warm and muggy for this time of year. Plus my head aches so we cut our walk in half to just a bit over a mile and a half. Now we're resting.