Almost Too Tired Even For Random Bullets of Crap

Back from visiting relatives.  Oddly exhausting and much of the trip was a lot less fun than a sweaty concert. 

Happy highlights of the visit included

• a trip to Frenchy's where I scored a couple of t-shirts  and a couple of wonderfully ugly work shirts with embroidered logos. (Frenchy's made the New Yorker last week. Calvin Trillin loves it.)  I think Douglas will look quite fetching in Paul's Plumbing snap front shirt.  I'm holding onto the minor hockey tournament t-shirt for myself I think; he can have the Take-One-Down-Hand-It-Around t-shirt
• a dash into Stanfield's outlet shop where my search for long underwear was wildly successful.  He now has all the wooly undershirts he could possibly need. And as an added bonus--even though they were seconds, the arms and legs are the right length. Genuine 100% itchy grey wool Windsor Wear remains elusive.
• a jaunt out Tatamagouche way to the Lismore Sheep Farm yielded some beautiful wooden needles, a drop spindle, and wool that should make up into some good working mittens. My guess is that it'd also make a good gansey.

Heather

Comments

[Douglas]

Snaps! Thanks, dude!