I talked to a person who has a home on the lake where our cottage is and we chatted about things we liked about being up north. One of the things was making toast on the stove. It's better than a toaster, just tastes better. I decided to show a picture of my stove toaster. All was going well, I balanced the camera while posing the bread. Just by my fingers is the ring that closes the toaster. It should be right up against the base of toaster. It's not. The next picture would have shown one slice on the floor except I was too busy swearing.
Fixing the roof made all the ladders multiply. They had to do it because to make me feel safe. I needed this safety in numbers while balancing on small bars of metal or wood. Nothing less would do.
Finally, there was a pillow that Dad hung up on the clothes line. We kind of forgot about it for a week or so. Rediscovering it this weekend there is an interesting couple of stains on it. No religious figures more like a mouse? warthog? frog? with a lady in a large dress. You decide
