It feels like a Saturday today. Why is it that one day can feel like another? How can Wednesday feel like a Thursday or the other way around? What is distinctive about each of those days that they have their own 'feel'?
I went into the village this morning to pick up the paper and do a few errands. Normally this is a Saturday morning job so that is probably why I am, mentally, a day ahead. While driving in, a truck tossed up a pebble which hit and chipped my windshield. This is the first mark I have had on my car since we bought it four years ago. I know that for those of you that live in a large urban area this is something akin to a miracle but, here in the backwoods, a car can remain dent and chip free for many years-unless, of course, you are a particularly inept driver.
I noticed that the truck didn't have mudflaps over the rear wheels which is contrary to the law. If the body of the vehicle doesn't cover part of the wheel (I forget the percentage) you are supposed to have mudflaps. After this incidence, I noticed that none of the trucks I saw had flaps. Combine this with the lack of rear bumper and you are going to get flying rocks.
I will have to get the chip seen to when I take the vehicle in for the fall maintenance. In the meantime, some clear fingernail polish should keep it from spreading. Crazy glue works better but I don't have any of that.
It is nice and sunny at the moment with a good breeze so I wish I had clothes on the line. However, it does look as though it might rain so I will leave the laundry until Saturday which is my usual day.
And now I am going to sew stems on some maple leaf blocks.