For our next thing, I’ll take James to Walmart. They need new shoes again.
I just went to the library. I think I’ve nearly exhausted all their stash of NOVA-pbs movies.
In a few minutes, I’ll go in and get the winter clothes put away and then go back in a while after that for the stuff I need to keep for future reference. Two items are dresses that were made in Pakistan that need to be shortened, and two are silk “thobes” that Igor had had made while he was in Saudi Arabia in the 70s. One was for me and one was for him. So mine will go to FD and his will go to FS.
I can’t do it all at the same time today. My back is protesting, even on what little I’ve done. Walgreen’s is still fighting itself over the prescriptions that went out yesterday, and I have to wait for the first one to drop off. The second on has more tablets, so I can get this packing underway.
Yes, Favorite Son went through a new pair of shoes every six months or less for about three years. He never grew “up” in those years, but when his feet stopped growing, he started and he was in the army almost two years (enlisted at 17) before he finally stopped at his current height. (6’4”)
And if it helps, PV was his cat, but when he was out of the house and on his own, he had a cat named Beaker, and his buddy had one named Tex that used to visit, on his own. Just show up at the door, wanting to come in and get loved.