Ming went to Gilcrease Farms with a friend. He got some good treats like fresh pear cider, sweet potatoes, amaranth greens, and about ten pears. Some of the pears look like quinces, though. I wonder what they really are. I’m not hungry or I’d try a bite.
I did a very good thing. I dusted this shelf that has all kind of little things on it. And I moved some of the stupid things away to other parts of the house. I was tired of them. We didn’t put them there–they came with the house.
This morning Ming served the hungry and went to get his blood drawn. I tried to dance and didn’t have much motion in my ocean. But I dusted. Now it’s 8 and I can sing.
Love you all.