Finishing up the living room curtains, the hardest part–the valance–already done and waiting for a final ironing and hanging. Tried to make up my mind by today’s end of sale to buy couch covering material but just couldn’t decide which of three was best when I couldn’t see the true colors and feel the actual fabric weight online.
We had a visit from Jim’s brother and his son, zooming in on a Harley and a Suzuki respectively; was sort of hoping for an offer of a ride but they were in a rush since nephew John had to get back to the City tonight to start in on tomorrow’s work.
Took a bit of a walk around the backyard shooting some arrows at ‘spots’ like leaves and bright yellow dandelions. I haven’t shot my bow in quite a while and surprised myself with a certain accuracy (I shoot instinctive–no sights) though the wimpy forty-pound bow took it’s toll a lot sooner than I expected. I’ve been known to shoot a few arrows out of a seventy-pound longbow (and caused a few gents’ jaws to drop in awe) but haven’t exercised the precise muscles needed to pull a bow lately.
On the literary side, I wrote a bit and read a lot less than that. There’s time. There’s time.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology