TIME: 7:18 AM
PLACE: Kitchen
SUBJECT: Freshly opened peanut butter jar
The dogs receive a Milk Bone with peanut butter each morning.
Oreo’s has 2 dog aspirin hidden in the spread to help alleviate her pain for the arthritis in her hips. Mulder’s is just a Milk Bone slathered with some peanut butter.
I had to open a new container today – I was disappointed that my finger disturbed the smoothness when I pulled the freshness seal off the top of the jar.
“The only reason for being a bee that I know of is to make honey.... And the only reason for making honey, is so as I can eat it.”
A. A. Milne. Winnie the Pooh. Methuen & Co. Ltd. (London). October 14, 1926
TIME: 7:09 PM
PLACE: Front porch
SUBJECT: Fresh honey
HH’s friend - and best man at both his weddings, Arthur K. - began keeping bees recently. Last week he brought us a mason jar of his honey harvest. It’s good stuff.
“Pickles are cucumbers that sold out. They sold their soul to the devil, and the devil is dill...”
Mitch Hedberg (American Comedian, 1968-2005)
TIME: 6:02 PM
PLACE: Kitchen
SUBJECT: Kosher dill pickle halves
Random Fact #01824 about me: I don’t like pickles.
I don’t like mustard or sauerkraut either.
My husband thinks I am a freak because of this and says he wishes I would have told him that I didn’t like these things before we got married – because then he would have had a good reason to call off the wedding.
Dang! I knew I should have spoken up sooner!
“Snip snap, good luck trap."
Great-Grandmother Neal (Work Of My Hands LiveJournal)
TIME: 8:24 PM
PLACE: Desk
SUBJECT: Embroidery thread snippets
Just as I did last summer, I am doing some counted cross-stitching to sooth my nerves from the children being home all day. I am catching all of my left over thread snippets in this Ball jar. I didn’t want to title my post “Left-Over-Thread-Snippets-In-A-Ball-Jar” <== ‘twas a bit long winded for my taste. Then I remembered that I had seen these before on some stitching blogs. After a Google search which took me to Flickr, Dictionary.com, Wikipedia, blogs about Java thread dumps(?) and beyond, I finally found a blog that described my jar of snippets. Work Of My Hands wrote a lovely post describing how and why her Appalachian Great-Grandmother collected her left over sewing and embroidery threads. Now that I know the saying, I will be uttering that verse every time I drop an ort in my jar.
