“Is the background music in here always this loud?” I asked Richard as we sat in the clinic’s pharmacy waiting area. I had only barely ever heard it before, just enough to know of its existence, but wow, it was enough to drown out a conversation. Who knew.
“I don’t know. I’ve never noticed it before.”
The idea of being able to have music you can totally hear but don’t have to consciously acknowledge–I can barely fathom it.
In the evening, I was trimming back the heavenly bamboo (which isn’t actually bamboo) to get a little more sunlight on the August Pride peach and snipped back some of the berries. I was feeling guilty for depriving the birds of a possible treat and out of curiosity googled the plant after I came back inside. We have a whole long row of them.
Y’know, I might go cut that back some more. The former owner of this house isn’t even alive anymore, she won’t mind in the least.
Meantime, the left side of a baby sweater is finished and the right side is coming along. To be continued.