The care Japanese gardeners lavish on gnarled old trees intrigues me. There seems to be as much art as science involved in the lashing of mallets to fragile limbs. Someone went to a whole lot of trouble winding those ropes.
This morning I'm feeling a bit gnarled myself and wishing the Ancient Mariner was here to prop me up. He'll be back from San Diego tomorrow but this morning is the deadline for turning in fifty picture cards to the Japanese and American Wives Club. My PC is not cooperating and this old laptop is not connected to the printer. Which actually might be a blessing because I couldn't find the special picture card paper at the Navy Exchange so I was going to have to painstakingly cut my masterpieces out of flimsy computer paper.
I best go practice contrite expressions in front of my bathroom mirror.
Get. A. New. Computer.
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