You can never defeat bok choy ... but someone must have, or how did The Stig get the hearts?
50 and sunny here, and this is as warm at it’s supposed to get. Kathleen and I had a nap in the sunbeam in the recliner while waiting for OldTax-lady to arrive, but Sunbeam Time is not what it was back at the Winter Solstice.
Tom has gone camping with the Boy Scouts, DP and Bill are at the sailing club taking First Aid class, and OldTax-lady has taken Elen and Sally shopping. I need to give DragonBaby some crickets, since nobody else has.
It seems the little woman who left The Stig outside is Tibetan/Mongolian/Northern Chinese and I guess she has tamed the bok choy in the neighborhood. I can only think she brought it while I was gone yesterday.
I was online for LensCrafters, yesterday, and found some frames I like for $69. I hope they are titanium, as I don’t want them to go the way of my last pair.
In the meantime, my eyes are dying. I had forgotten how light-sensitive my eyes are, and it has been a real chore trying to see anything through the glare from cars, pavement and buildings. (My EYES! My EYES!)
So. Does Kathleen have Old Tax Lady’s approval?