We had a good group at NeedleCrafts today, but I didn't take any pictures. There were several sox in progress -- including mates to the ones I showed last week and others not-ready-for-prime-time, scarves, afghans. And a lot of talk about a company in town that's buying gold and jewelery. Sister-in-Law suggested I turn in all my jewels for Big Bucks. I used to get compliments on an onyx-and-silver necklace I had. Trouble is, it's really plastic-and-plastic. It's fairly typical of my jewelery collection.
|Even my plastic silver is looking a bit tarnished. Who wants to shine plastic?|
I decided to stop at the park and interview the workmen about the project there that has cordoned off parking spaces for a long time, and to ask them about their big Monday project at the neighbor's house. No luck. Super M was parked and no people in sight.
Both parking lot entrances were open and the ditch sat wordlessly, protected from errant motorists by saw horses and crime tape. (I don't suppose it's actually called crime tape in this circumstance.)
If you think of it, it's a pretty skinny trench for a water pipe. But it certainly isn't a sewer trench. Well . . . ?!
Then in a remarkable coincidence, I went into the market to buy milk (strictly for moistening cereal) and cookies (because I'm having a cookie-craving), and was approached by a faithful reader who volunteered the information that the trench project is for electrical conduit for a lighting system that's being installed.
As I arrived back home, I noted progress on the neighbor's excavation. Something has been delivered.
See you soon.