This week at the thrift store:
For a moment, I briefly considered buying it. I mean come on! It's a Mountain Dew cup. Probably holds 2/3 of a 2 liter bottle in there.
Diabeetus, as Wilford Brimley would say.
As I write, the oversized plow scraper thing rumbles noisily past the house. I'm unsure really why they're bothering TBH. We did get some snow, but not enough to justify dragging that big thing out. The city plow trucks would have been sufficient.
Just enough snow to make things slippery but not enough to really cover the mound of brown slag they have piled up on Alert street. I'm guessing they're trying to gather up as much as they can for that sledding hill this weekend.
We'll see how that turns out.
I'd been wanting a quilt like this or something similar for a while. I wasn't willing to pay what Wallyworld charges for these things, considering it isn't, strictly speaking, a quilt... it's a blanket with a design printed on it and then run under a sewing machine to make it look quilted. So I'm not going to pay $45-50....Instead, I happened to be at the thrift store Tuesday at just the right time and snagged this one for $8. Heck yes.
I know what you're probably thinking. And yes, I did wash it before putting it on my bed.
These are mostly hot peppers, although there are some basil plants going in there as well.
I can't wait to get them going outdoors, I miss fresh habaneros in my salsa. We have dried ones but it just isn't the same....
I hope to start some more lavender soon. The stuff I planted a couple summers ago outside has managed to come back over the summer, the deer won't eat it and it smells good, so I figure I'll fill up that space with more.
And finally....
We have a "free" store here in town. People drop stuff off, and if you need it you can come get it. Mostly clothes, although there are books and a few kitchen things as well. It's all free, although they do have a jar set out for money donations.
Well, I was in there the other day and found a couple books to take home. Neat.
I got out to the car and realized I'd picked up a hitchhiker, who'd stowed away in one of my jacket pockets.
Remember how I said I didn't collect clowns?
It has no arms. Why doesn't it have arms?? And that chipped-paint mouth makes him look like he's drooling.
I asked various AI things for clown names, just for shits and giggles, one suggested "Hushpenny".
Hm, "Hushie" for short? Maybe. Feel free to submit your own clown names if you like.
If I disappear, ask the clown. He's currently on top of my bookcase, an evil presence keeping watchful eye over all. You can almost hear the giggles.
Hopefully you weren't reading this before bed.
Good niiiiight.... 😈🤡😁
Aye,
Kraneia
Kraneia
PS Speaking of clowns...




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