A while back I visited Bellows Falls, Vermont in a cyber mode; I’ll have to check the sitemap and find the post, but for now, just know it is a small town. They tried to alert some people to their place – the home of the Miss Bellows Falls Diner **, but, well, shoot, some activists had another idea. You see, Bellows Falls hired a fellow to paint a mural on an old barn – and they fixed up the barn . . . but this state group of signs said that’s what the mural was – a sign.

But, then, the town caught a break . . . but I think not all has been said and done on this subject.

You’ll find the articles here: Boston Globe and Boston Globe 2.

** Warning, this site has music that automatically begins playing.

I had moccasins in high school and in college and probably up until I was about 25. They were Minnetonka moccasins and they had soft soles and beads. I was thinking that I would like some more and mentioned it to my husband who looked on the internet and came up with a PLACE that featured some deerskin and moosehide mocs. But, I got to thinking that I needed beaded mocs, so I looked at a Minnetonka shop: HERE.  And I saw these:

Looking at them, I suddenly got a vision of a big old fattish lady in a muu-muu dress wearing a pair of beaded moccasins . . . and it scared me.

I am thinking of just the plain deerskin ones; I am thinking of maybe waiting awhile. Perhaps I could sew on my own bead or two.

Okay, Sunday’s is a five star, one star down from the Saturday peaking one. I feel like putting myself under pressure, thinking okay, I need to solve this before the world blows up.

Brace yourself . . .

Okay, breathe once more.

The sky is blue, the temperature right now in the high 50’s – maybe low 60’s . . . and I need a shower. I am the “what’s wrong with this picture?” thingie.  Then I need to drag a trash sack around and throw away the debris of our daily living. Never in a million years would anyplace I’ve lived look like a model home or even a motel room. I have stuff here . . . and there . . . and piled on the table . . . and at the end of the sofa . . . and everywhere.

It is so me . . . so AmeliaJake.