Color me most amused

Donna's been zinging people for weeks now with bites of the kumquats she's growing in the back greenhouse. How she missed me, until today, I don't know. They look like little oranges, think homegrown apricot size, and smell like the best orange or clementine you've ever tasted. To my great surprise, that's not what they taste like. Oh my goodness--Donna laughed so hard while I made the "can't pucker any more" face after the first bite.

But you know, after the first shock was over, they kinda grow on you. And so, after I'd eaten three or four, and could take a bite and smile at the same time, I took a bag over and shared with guys in the shop. Didn't get everyone, but most of them smelled the cute little oranges and took at least one bite. Nothing to brighten your day like watching a bunch of grown men bounce around trying to swallow something that doesn't taste like they thought it should.


Been off kilter most of the week...that time of the month, and a short, hard cycle this time. Vexing. Topped off with spending a couple hours this afternoon loading garden debris, mostly artemisia, from Donna's gardens into a truck and to the dumpster. I'm too plugged up to go to rehearsal.

And By just walked in, creaky and tripping over cats. Someone buffed for 4 1/2 hours straight today. Poor thing.

No knitting to report last night. I practiced the new music Betty'd handed out, and then made more stitch markers, 'cuz I need a few more ring markers to make counting easier on that Stonington Shawl.

Off to tend the creaky spouse. Good evening, all.