Since the forsythia are blooming, I thought I'd trot out *that poem* that John wrote last year about this time.
Still makes me laugh. Who knew that my down home boy was such a Renaissance Man?! (He can do anything except cook.)
Getting back to my title...yes, I am trying something new. It's spring. Everyone has split. It happens every year and I should not be surprised. Still, I can't see that I should keep chugging along unless I have something to say. I don't. I'm recycling old thoughts, old ideas, old posts, old, old, old. It's all becoming so
very staaaaaaaaaale... And if it is stale for me, poor you!
Therefore, I am going to try posting on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays for a while. At least until the southern tier begins to bake so hot that they're forced indoors to read blogs. : D
Back to the bedroom. Who knew that that was going to be such a project! Today I'm stripping the bed and washing it all down the way our Edwardian ancestors used to do. Gosh, I'm getting exhausted just thinking about it.
You take care now...