Yesterday was all about rain, all day, with intervals of heavier rain.
So lunch was green powerhouse, spinach and leek, soup, with cheddar stuffed pita bread toasted to crisp.
I bless the day that nice lady upped her toasting game and freecycled her toaster oven to me. It's in daily use.
I thought I'd give a bit more information about the Works of Mercy, the spiritual ones being a bit above my pay grade, the corporal ones more my speed
And, Ruffles and Flourishes, name of the tune that usually precedes the arrival of the President , but here it's for the Parrot Puzzle
Now complete in her jungle getaway, look at that bamboo. The last corner took an age to complete. I tried many permutations until all the pieces fitted, after a long time spent putting right up to the last piece which just lt wouldn't sit. All parts interchangeable, colors all dark, arghghgh.
It was a fiendish puzzle, with many parts with wavy edges instead of locking bits, and pieces with straight edges which were not edge pieces. That's why the frame wasn't possible ahead of time. I think I'll avoid Schmidt puzzles, they don't play fair!
But now I can donate it, knowing it's complete. Gladly. And while I was wondering about the world of puzzling I found this
I have refrained from giving my bitter answers, leaving that to you, dear blogistas.
Last evening we had exciting street fireworks for Diwali. I neglected to celebrate in here yesterday, but did message Indian friends.
When handsome Son comes over, I'll light the tealights Girija gave me, for a belated observance with our tea and little something. It's a lovely feast, of the triumph of light over dark, good over evil. We certainly need that right now more than ever.
Beautiful morning, warm and foggy, like being inside a Japanese woodblock print.
Happy day everyone, enjoy your own version of fireworks, celebrate the light, avoid mean puzzles!
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