During this long weekend, I am pet-sitting for these two adorable siblings:
That’s Daisy and Taco, my furry grandchildren.
I also managed a trip to Half-Price Books to fill up my Little Free Library. And I did some grocery shopping. I asked my daughter what I could pick up for her, and she gave me a list. Good enough. Except for when I came to this item:
Potatoes.
So, I asked via text.
Me: What kind of potatoes?
Her: Normal.
Me: …
Yeah, your guess is as good as mine.
Me: What is normal? Gold? Potatoes for baking?
A bit of an existential question, that: what is normal? Also, what is normal when it comes to potatoes?
Her: Ya just potatoes
Her: Like raw
Her: That I can cut up and put in soup
Ah. Gold it is, then.
I’ll leave you with that. Hopefully next week (this week?) we’ll return to regularly scheduled blogging.
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As it happens, I was forced into some serious culling, and last week took two large boxes of books to Half-Price. From the looks of the stacks being sorted at the reception desk, the size of their inventory, and the number of customers, they’re one business that seems to be guaranteed stability for the time being.
That conversation about potatoes? Happens here, too. Practically every week.
Your weekend visitors look adorable. Put them together with your own furbabies, and I bet it’s quite a party! (Or at least, a lot of dog-walking!)