I was so tired after supper, I just wanted to go to bed, but I needed to stay up to let my stupid stomach do its acid-processing thing. I asked Lloyd to go outside with me to look at the plants and kill some time. (This was inspired by Brad’s wonderful post.)
So, Lloyd took a photo of the blooms spikes on the lamb’s ears. They creep me out. Quite a bit.
Then he said, “Let’s go for a walk around the block.” I couldn’t believe it. He never wants to walk anywhere unless it’s to Dairy Queen to get a blizzard.
So, we went.
‘Around the block’ turned into a multi-block extravaganza that resulted in a series of photos of people’s backyards and a blister from my flip flops.
We stopped at House of Davisson (the only place of its kind in the world) to ‘look at used furniture’ but actually to soak up the air conditioning. It is crazy humid outside.
Inside, I saw a desk that turns into a dining table – further solidifying my need for a tiny house.
On the way home, we saw a guy on a homemade recumbent bicycle/tricycle, but I wasn’t quick enough with the camera.
Home by 7:50. Too early for bed.
Done with this post by 8:15. Still too early for bed.
Dang it. Digest, stomach! Digest!!!