I can while away the hours. The stress
dissipates. the inspiration flows, and
while my mind is preoccupied there is
NO pain, none. How's that for medicine?
The same thing happens when we
thrift. It is the thrill of the hunt.
The only difference is eventually
my pathetic body will succumb to pain.
I am unlikely to give up, not until Mr.
Lee notices I am dragging my right
Totally worth it.
|Mr. Lee says I have enough Pyrex. Eye candy anyone?|
|How cute is this lamp?|
|A dinette for Uncle Joe.|
|Creepy squirrel, I would have nightmares.|
|Mushrooms are so 70s and remind me of my mother's kitchen.|
|That B, really did have everything.|
|All these things stayed in the shop|