:wavey: Sorry to go "missing" but there have been changes in my life that affected several sites I used to participate.
I'm trying to remember when I last posted, and I think it was about 2010 when I had surgery to removed excess tissue and fluid from my abdomen. I was doing better but then...
At the old homestead, we had mice. Aristotle discovered that if you smack a dead one under the fridge and let it stay there a while it would mummify and that would add to its play value. You never knew when a mummy mouse would go skittering across the floor towards you.
It's currently 0F here in the lower Ohio RIver Valley, not to mention wind chills. I have all the fuzzy and fleecy throws out and using the oven as much as possible.
I am so glad my Grandpa B decided not to stay in South Dakota after teaching there in the 1910s.
At our house it was decreed by my Dad that the paper rolls over the top. When the other way, he kept smacking his knuckles against the wall during night time visits to the porcelain room.
I still do it out of habit.