That happy face belongs to my grand girl Nora, who has a drivers license in her hand. In Ohio, a temporary permit can be had at 15 1/2, the license at age 16, with some restrictions.
It's been a long past few days. I just can't stay away from the news. I am amazed at the things the people being arrested had posted on social media. Didn't they understand that was not a good idea?
I have twenty little bags of half square triangles. Soon the layer cake colors will start repeating. By the time I get to forty-two I will be very tired of this project.
I have been working with a sewing machine foot pedal repair project. The repair itself doesn't look bad but now the foot pedal isn't working. Did I get some super glue somewhere it wasn't supposed to be?
Maybe today, perhaps, I'll start taking ornaments off the tree. Packing them away in their little boxes. Yesterday was a warm-ish day and I took the lights off the porch railing. Put the green light back into the porch light for coronavirus family support. Some how I had hoped that, maybe, when this switch-out came that the death and case count might be lower.
The person in charge of the vaccine roll-out in Kentucky is the same man who was in charge of the Ohio River Ohio/Kentucky bridge repair. He got that project finished in time. How can I not be hopeful?
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