The museum was an assembly line for getting the newsletter out
with breaks for greeting visitors. Today starts with errands and groceries and
goes somewhere new, I hope. I’m restless for a stimulating project or person,
or idea. My curiosity antennae keep waving around seeking newness. I’m sure
there is something waiting for my attention. Meanwhile, the garden always needs
attention. The beans are going up the poles, the peas found the shrimp net, the
lemon cucumbers are growing out of their container.
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