“The only thing I knew how to do/Was to keep on keepin’ on”

by chuckofish

Nothing like a little Bobby D to start a blog post.

A little bird told me that after my post last week, some readers were concerned about my mental state. What? Everyone isn’t pounding skittles and wine and worried about their waistline?

Well, try not to worry too much. There are still things that make me laugh. For starters, how much I sounded like this guy when I typed the above:

If quarantining and doing this blog have taught me anything it is that I relate far too much to Jim Gaffigan and Homer J. Simpson. This could explain my waistline situation, though.

I watched Lover Come Back, my least favorite of the Doris Day/Rock Hudson collection, this weekend. It has a plot that is similar to Pillow Talk but is irritating rather than funny. However, it was worth it to see this hat:

I mean, Doris looks like she belongs on a Star Trek set, not in the Hamptons.

The weather has been a lovely break from the upper-90s where we spent most of July. I took a walk yesterday and spotted this:

We’ve got modern art in Jefferson City now. This is a recent addition. While quarantined and allowed out once a day for a walk, I ventured up Capitol Avenue almost everyday. It was nice to get back and see the progress on the revitalization going on on the otherwise dilapidated street.

I also continue to improve my sewing machine skills. I made this tote bag on Sunday and it is a great size.

You can really learn anything on YouTube.

Happy Wednesday!

“Do all you have to do without complaint or wrangling. Show yourselves guileless and above reproach, faultless children of God in a warped and crooked generation, in which you shine like stars in a dark world and proffer the word of life.”

–Phillipians 2.14-16