Ten-Finger Exercises

My window of opportunity

Here's my chance to blog before other things call for my time and attention. I have a pastoral care meeting at 7, so it'll be a fast dinner.

I'm still tired from all that churchy standing up, and not enough sleep. No good reason for it either. After Saturday night's service, Bill came home and looked up Highlanders and Mini Coopers, and spent too long 'building' the perfect one.

I thought the point of him getting a new car was so it would get really good mileage, hence a Prius. I have mixed feelings about driving his cast-off, the Escape, but he loves it and doesn't want to get rid of it. It will be good for bad weather, and I like sitting up high too. It's just the principle of the thing: I've never had a new car. I guess it begs the question to say that I chose to buy used and save money.

I saw something new today, at least new to me. A Volvo was parked next to me, and it had tiny windshield wipers on its headlights. (I guess that makes them 'headlight wipers' instead, doesn't it?) They sort of made me want to laugh.

I rescued some red tulips from my yard today before the wind had a chance to take all the petals off. The streets are aswirl with blossoms from the flowering trees. It looks like a big parade must have just passed by and left us awash in confetti. Or maybe a big wedding party came down the street, with one fantastically talented (and busy) flower girl.

Speaking of flowers: Just checking to see if I remember how. :>)