It is what it is

You know how we bloggers are.  We were out of the gate like a bunch of race car drivers back in the day when lots of us thought we had interesting stuff to share with the world. Then we noticed the gas gauge starting to get down to the dangerous zone. I almost ran out.  But not quite.  I siphoned some out of  Mr. Gadget's generator.

So, we've just returned from our summer Calcondo visit and there's no doubt we're out of California now.  Yesterday I had to brake for a turkey family crossing the road.  They were slow, but not as slow as some of those meandering texters in crosswalks you see in Cali.  Drivers out there actually stop for people in crosswalks (or even not in crosswalks).  On the east coast there would be many more fatalities.  And probably a few dead turkeys too.

Here's a sample of some crazy embroidery I did on a pair of jeans back in the 70's.  I had a chance to revisit them recently when I had lunch with an old friend to whom I had gifted them.

I must say, she kept them in pristine, museum-quality condition.  I do remember wearing them to work one day...back when there was a certain expectation that young women would dress in proper office attire.  My office mates had seen me stitching for many months in the lunch room and they wanted to see me wearing them.  So I took a chance and wore them on a Friday when surely no serious office business would take place.  And then I had to take some important papers over to the president's office.  In the executive suite.  But I guess nobody noticed because I was able to leave that job several years later on my own terms.

I'll just leave it at that for now.  But I'll keep my eye on the gas gauge.