We’re watching The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Our TV stopped, so I came in here to write silly stuff on this blog.
I do hope the Russian spy and the girl get together.
I put up a Christmas “tree” today.
It’s not a tree. It’s branches. See?
And I wanted a real one. But cut trees make me sad (so do zoos), and we haven’t a great place to plant a tree with roots (pretty much our entire place is trees), so I made Millie traipse around the woods with me looking for branches this afternoon. We talked about what if we were fairies. I thought maybe in Heaven we could be fairies. Minis of ourselves, and flying capabilities, and beds on moss.
And then Millie and I took pictures of this toy car with a twig on it.
But last year I saw this VW bus toy at a grocer and asked my husband to get it for me, and then he did. Just like that.
So now I have a VW toy. Look what all I can do with it!
I’m decompressing a bit from science. And other things. No chemistry, biology, physics for a month. Today was the day when I let that sink in.
I have big plans to knit, and take pics, and do some carpentry. And read Villette. Again.
I wish it was January already, because of this.