May 07, 2011 12:23
birds are out and raising their young, I had a truly lovely morning walk.
Came to mom's home, and the first things she told me was that I forgot to put away the bread that the Zwieback last evening and what I mean with that, the bread would dry out, the Zwieback would get stale and would I please not sprinkle droplets of water with the nearly empty water bottle?
I swear, I was tempted to go back home. Still am tempted to do that.
Apparently she spend her morning with packing for her holiday and coloring her hair. Always, always when she's under stress, she uses me as punchbag. Luckily I'm old enough that she doesn't dare to beat me anymore.
My shoulder shawl "To Eyre" is groing, that's something good. Lady Cup doesn't give any problems with inserting or removing. Something else that's good.
No news from Buttinette yet, no news from Wollerey, nor any parcels from them. Which, is good too, because of mom's bad mood.
-.- And she complains why I never talk with her. Really. Whatever for, if everything I do or say gets a negative response?
Checked the letterbox, no letter from the sheep adoption. And I don't know how to proceed with that. A big part of adopting a sheep consists of paying a fee for membership and getting monthly letters with updates on the adopted sheep.
If one lives close by, one can visit and do courses there, spindling, sheepherding and other things. For those who live further away, there's basically just the letters.
Right now I'm just doubting whether I should prolong the adoption when it runs out next year.
pondering