This was our sky the other night -- Creamsicle-orange, with a milky texture. It was very weird. A few minutes after I took this picture it began raining, so there was some surreal combination of sunset and clouds going on.
Yesterday was better at work. The problem kid finally, FINALLY paid for his lost book, so his account is now settled. (This may seem like a small thing but it resolves an issue that's been hanging over my head for months.) Overall I wasn't nearly as grumpy. I was just having a bad day on Wednesday.
While walking Olga the other day I found this bag propped against a rubbish bin with some boxes and other items. It was stuffed full of '70s-era papers. I took it home so I could photograph it -- when I was growing up in Florida I used to see straw bags like this all the time, from Jamaica or the Bahamas or elsewhere in the Caribbean. Everyone's grandmother had one. It made me quite nostalgic.
Remember those old "Make it Jamaica" tourism commercials? Prompted by this bag, that tune has been running through my head for days now.
Anyway, the paperwork was a mishmash of old bills and early '70s report cards for a couple of miscreant boys who weren't doing very well in school, and unfortunately, the bag itself was deteriorating, the handle tattered. After I took this picture I carried it all back to the bin where I found it.
I spent two hours in the garden last night, mowing and weeding. I try not to weed too much, because all that weedy undergrowth is good for bugs and other critters, but things can't be allowed to get too out of hand. When I'm having trouble finding our plants in the thicket, I know it's time!