on their way
My one sad boomer is off to Margaret & I am including his slightly smaller brother. Maybe he can help hold the quilt label?
Margaret: ever since I wrote your address on the envelope, I have had a ridiculous song stuck in my head: here we are in New South Wales, shearing sheep as big as whales, something something something, & hides as tough as rusty nails”. I know this is crazy but I don’t suppose you now what the something line is? It’s making me crazy. NSW is New South Wales right? Do you even have this song there, or is this some weird hallucination on my part?
Will I ever find that perfect balance between not enough coffee & too much?