Updates from the week

I saw this delightful vehicle on my drive in to work the other day. Sigh. The sheer audacity one must have to put that on a license plate. Could it be referring to something besides Elon Musk’s illegal “DOGE” group that’s leading a seemingly successful coup on the government? Maybe. But I’d say unlikely.

But, in better news, I ran across this valentine from my son, circa 2018. Of all the poetry that’s been written for me in my life, this is by far and away the best. So thankful I continue to not smell like old rotten meat.

And yesterday, Doc and I stopped by a few estate sales. I was on a mission to get a few forks and spoons to keep in my desk at work. I want to replace the ones I currently have, which have large chunky plastic handles that are a tight fit in the narrow necked jar I keep them in. Estate sales ALWAYS have a bin of plain old flatware in the kitchen area. Right? Wrong. Two of the three places we stopped had no flatware, and the one that did had the EXACT flatware I am trying to replace. What are the odds?

However, my secondary mission (which I fully expected to fail) was to find a piece of furniture that could function as an art supply storage cabinet that I can keep my palette on. I currently have a rolling cart made of 1/2″ pressboard that my dad helped me build nearly 30 years ago. It’s extremely heavy, bulky, and in shabby condition. Today, though, I found this vintage sheet music/piano roll cabinet that is the perfect height for my palette, has storage, and is also just plain neat looking. Plus, it was extremely affordable at 50% off. I’m super happy with it. It has some water damage, but a liberal coating of Old English has done wonders for it.

And finally, here’s a fun throwback to tiny baby Katy on the beach in Galveston, back when you could park your car right on the sand. (You can’t still do that, can you?)