MoseySusan

That’s like a biology lesson. lol…

And the loyalty app. Free loaf on my next visit!

Helluva frozen moment.

Who took the photo?

Very!

You all act as if a chunk of bread is the devil’s foothold. It’s not for everyone; I get that.

Aww… how you going to deny a man his slow cooker pork braise?

No. They dinnae have cheese Danish.

Aww, Byron! So tricky a thing, the heart. 💞

Running errands on my bike. Bird food, coffee beans, whole grain bread. Great Harvest gives out slices of their freshly baked breads, too. And she hooked me up with a massive chunk of cranberry orange bread. Heading home, I’ll have to ride northwest a little before turning around at a street with a bike lane. My usual route south and east from here cuts through a high school parking lot and out into the neighborhood, but all of our schools are closed off now with fences and locked gates.

Baking soda, vinegar, warm water. Let the cucumber soak for a while, then rinse and scrub with a vegetable brush.

Playthings By Rabindranath Tagore Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig. I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour. Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!" Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies. I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver. With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain. In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game

Jay can help assemble the clean room?

I lost! 142 day streak is over.

Happy birthday!