SEEN ON OUR MORNING WALK, YESTERDAY

This looks somewhat like eyelet lace.

Needles to sew the lace.

I actually had more photos for today's post but our computer is being cleaned and it seems it's really being cleaned. All my addresses, bookmarks, photos and who knows what else is GONE. I loaded these photos yesterday.

More mysteries for me.

Phil will call tomorrow and see if they can restore things.

So, until then, goodbye all my hundreds of other photos. Goodbye to all the blogs I used to visit. Goodbye everyone I used to email. So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye.

PS I have "replied" to some emails but my email won't "go." I'm not ignoring anyone, at least not on purpose. Computers are of the devil.

IT'S A MYSTERY

Today, Phil was sound asleep in the chair when the doorbell rang. Kramer, of course exploded with barks. The doorbell and Kramer's barking woke Phil with a start. When he got to the door there was a pretty, blond woman holding flowers. For me! She said she loved my blog. Can you imagine that? Phil thinks he knows who it was but wasn't sure because of his "barked-awakness-stupor." I've got to do some investigation so I can tell her thanks. Until then, it's a mystery.

What woman doesn't want flowers? They are so beautiful! Thanks to my anonymous flower giver. All of a sudden there is an ax in my living room. Why? It's a mystery. I asked Phil and he just looked mysterious.

Why is the potpourri on the piano? It's a mystery. Oh, yes, I remember now. Kramer scatters it all over the place. Why he does this is a mystery.

Why is my fingernail stuff all around the computer monitor? It's a mystery. I think it's my attempt to multi-task.

Why is it that it takes all day to eat one grapefruit and only a few minutes to eat a piece of cake--Costco chocolate cake? It's a mystery.

And why are my Christmas dishes still out in February? It's a mystery. The word procrastination comes to mind but I'm claiming mysteriousness instead. Who doesn't want to be mysterious?