Won eyed

It is truly hard to write on this keyboard when I can't see clearly.  I need to get glasses, it turns out, although one eye has close vision and one eye distance; together they mean nothing is sharp.  And of course my poor typing skill doesn't help.

We are once again down to the last few bales of hay for the horses, the weather this entire summer has been so wet no one has been able to do haying.  The hay we are currently using is last year's cutting.  If the rest of the summer is as wet as this one has been so far, hay prices will skyrocket and there won't be much available at any price.  As it is, the hay in the fields has gone to seed and will need to be cut so it won't smother the new growth, assuming there is new growth.  Wednesday, rain or shine or mud, the hay has to get in, even if the truck will need to get towed back out again.  What we really need is 25 tons of gravel...

I am going to give my looms a trial again.  N gave me yarn for Christmas, number 6 in weight, and it is too thick for the bulky 260 machine.  Hand knitting would be a solution, except that I don't know how to hand knit.  Thus, back to the loom.

I am getting dozens of facebook emails from the daughter of my friend that passed last month.  She is much into parties, drinking, etc. and none of it is of interest to me.  Yet I don't want to "unfriend" her, so I just skip all her messages.  I'll probably withdraw from facebook one of these days, the only reason I joined was for my friend.  I have 6 friends at the moment.

I am trying to remember if my facebook is tied to my blog, but I don't think so; neither is my email, I don't think.  It is hard to remember who can read what.

This post has been sitting in "draft" for several days as I try to think of topics to write about.  I could tell how, sitting here at the keyboard, my chair failed me and I ended up half on the floor.  Or I could write about the damned gnat that I finally killed after days spent chasing it across the monitor; where do they come from?  There is no food at all in this room.  Or i could reminisce about days gone by...

That sounds like a do-able idea.  OK, here goes.

When I went to Junior high, I  was a grand total of 11 years old, and woefully backward.  But I remember with crystal clarity how my mother dressed me in, are you ready?  Saddle shoes.  For those unfamiliar with these, they look like this:

In contrast, all the other girls were wearing:

Minus the red soles (couldn't find just the right photo).  Have you ever tried walking into a classroom full of hyper-critical 7th graders without showing your feet?  Not possible.  It took me weeks and weeks to persuade Mom to get me some even though they "had no support".  Support schmoort, I wanted to look like the other kids...

Now I own dozens and dozens of shoes; no saddle shoes; no flats either.  I have Moved On, fashion wise...

Moms out there, check out what the other kids are wearing at school (sneakers, or whatever) and get your kid the same.  I spent waaay too much time trying to disguise my feet.  Amputation (like the ugly sister in Cinderella) was considered, but the blood would be so ewww...

Bumper sticker for the day:  "When in doubt, mumble."