Peopling

 For someone who said that in 2024 she was going to get in touch with her inner hermit, stay at home, and not people - I've been peopling.

I'm usually quite content with my 2-mornings-a-week at the museum.  This week there has been a bit more (with more to come).  Saturday Adrianne had to take her car to the next town over to get the key programmed (now I feel like a geezer - back in my day a key was just a piece of metal that you stuck in the keyhole and didn't need programming).  Thomasville is a pretty little town with a nice yarn shop, and she asked if I'd like to go (the undercurrent there being that she has chronic fatigue syndrome so feels better if there's someone to go along).  There was an added bonus that the Prius place is far classier than my Honda place and they have bags of free fresh baked doughnut holes from a local bakery.  Best my Honda place has is granola bars.

Sunday was a bonus Jeff day.  He has meetings in town this week, but Sunday afternoon was free so we had lunch and a stroll at the museum (he misses the museum very much).  I find it ironic that I actually spend more time with Jeff now than I did before he moved to Tennessee.  When he lived in town, he was always too busy to get together, or even have a phone call. Now that he's in town only a few times a year, he makes sure to get together.  It's nice.

Monday was my monthly chiropractor appointment, and it's now becomes a thing that I go visit Gill afterwards (she made tiramisu cupcakes!)

Tuesday was another Adrianne day, but not social.  Poor girl had to have an endoscopy.  She took a Lyft there (very early morning) but being as she was going to be sore, sedated, and woozy really needed a friend to get her home.

Today was Museum day.  Here I pause for Adorable Video.  The wolf puppies are now 5 weeks old.  One night the parents were howling (because they're wolves) and the little girl decided to join in.

Tomorrow - blessings!  Home Alone!

Friday I'm rather dreading.  A friend of Bob's is coming over to see if he wants any of Bob's model kits (there are about 200 to choose from).  Bob had said that Danno could have any that he wanted.  Four years later - I haven't done it yet.  Danno . . . well, best I can say is Bless His Heart.  He tried very hard to get me to adopt him after Bob died, and I eventually managed to stop corresponding.  But recently he popped back up again because he's hunting for a model and I figured I might as well let him come look at them and get it over with.  Sigh.  Picture Danno as a half-grown dog - all waggy tail and bouncing around and happy to see you and wants his ears scratched and his tummy rubbed and jumps on you and maybe pees on the floor.  But say one word - and the tail is tucked between the legs and he crawls under the furniture and whimpers.   Hence, the putting it off for four years.  

I thought that would be it for the month.  But there's a woman who's going to be teaching weaving at FSU and put a call out for looms that she could buy or borrow.  I have a small floor loom that a friend of my mother's gave me years ago.  I don't use it (I have a portable table loom for sampling and small projects, and a bigger, better floor loom) and have been thinking about rehoming it.  She might come over this weekend to look at it.

I think I might spend the rest of the month hiding under a rock.