Wednesday, every minute packed with seconds

Handsome Son and I accomplished a terrific morning. Successful run to the dentist where the coronation took place while Handsome Dentist told me about his friend who has two, count them, private jets, just took one to Tahiti. Hourly cost to run private jet, $15K. Makes my crown seem like a bargain.

While I was at the dentist Handsome Son took his carload of donations down the road to the thriftie. Then he waited back at the dentist and I felt good enough to shop at the thriftie. So back we went.

Everyone shops here

I found two shirts suitable for him for work, and he was able to see and approve right there. And though there were no teapots, no tableware at all, I did make a terrific find. 

Pure linen dress with pockets, deep ones, still with Old Navy original tag, priced at $15.99, then since it was Wednesday, senior discount day, 50% off. So $7.99 for an excellent buy. 

The shirts and dress got change from $20. So much for out of sight prices. Handsome Son scored a couple of music CDs he'd been in search of. 

Then I was almost asleep on my feet, so we left, past the aluminium giant animal store, I don't know either. It was a bit wet. 

At home there was tea and banana bread which I set up while Handsome Son made a check deposit for me at the bank down the street.

Then the sun came out and he went to get on with the rest of his day off, I took a rest and the postie arrived with this 

First slogan-bearing T-shirt ever for me, in support of Run for Something, program of ActBlue to support democratic candidates running for office for the first time.

This has been an action packed day, all successful. Yay us.

Happy day everyone, be sure to pack your minutes with seconds.

Return to the thriftie

See all this space?

 Up to an hour ago, it was crammed with bags of donations to the thriftie. Which closed right after I loaded up, back in March. I'd had the old car loaded, but couldn't trust it to get me there and back after the Great Leaking started. So the stuff came back into the house, then into the new car, where it has been since early  March. It's a frequent flyer.

Anyway I noticed the thriftie pickup truck on the road which made me call and find, yes, they're open. When I got there,  there was even shopping going on. And the donation shed operating.

So I navigated traffic, major roads, and lived to tell the tale. Except when another alert, clang, flash, screen lit up, nearly sent me off the road again. Low tire pressure. Not a flat, just low. So I stopped at gas station on the way home, got air. But the alert remains. Never happy, this car. Bit of a drama queen if you ask me.

Reward for workshop: trip to the thriftie!

Hot and beautiful day, and my only obligation was to enjoy the day.  So a trip to the thriftie happened, to drop off a lot of items for neighbors and others, and to browse a little on my own account. 

And to find a nice bag of yarns, for three dollars, including a skein of excellent tapestry yarn, a ball of linen yarn, some fine cotton, and various other mostly synthetics, but useful for weaving and for needlepoint adventures. There might be more plastic canvas in my future, too.  It's very undemanding and fun to do.

And there was a stop at the post office to send off a secret package. More news on that over in Art the Beautiful. I think the recipient is far too busy to get into my blogs for the moment, in the process of moving, so our secret is safe.

Home again, I did what I'd been planning to do for months: sit in the Adirondack chairs which have been patiently waiting on the patio, and stitch a little on my needlepainting on silk piece, the flower.  The light is lovely now, in bright shade, and I sat under the wild cherry which is coming into blossom.  Interestingly, it puts out leaves first then blossom, unlike the tame weeping cherry which blossoms first. And the bees have taken notice, already zooming around waiting for the first opened flowers on the tree.

And I figured all this sitting needs to be punctuated with more moving about, so I took a walk, a bit hot, but I looked for shade. 

As you see, the chives on the patio are doing fine, and quite happy to be cut back all the time for the kitchen.  

And the dogwoods are busting out all over.

Home again, supper outside, lunch outside too, seize the day, reading, stitching, bit of Poirot, checking in with blogistas.