All We Are Saying . . . .

Today is John Lennon's birthday. More nostalgia. Things I just didn't get when I was a teenager sure do make sense now, but you all know that I don't put my politics on the blog. That's left for arguments with close friends.

Much beading was accomplished yesterday, but I have miles to go yet. And I'm still contemplating the camera problems. T-man says it's neither the camera nor the disk drive, but bad floppies. I guess I'll just have to hunt up some better ones until I can get my dream camera. Anyway, after I surf a bit more, I'm going back to the living room couch and the tray of beads, and I'm going to watch a few goodies on the DVR. Fortunately Bella gets me up and moving on a regular basis. For instance, right now she wants to play so I guess I'm out for the day!

By the way, I finally found my dream house. Go take a gander. I'm accepting bribes I mean, donations to facilitate the move west. I think this would be a wonderful place for beady gatherings, don't you?