I am tired, so if this makes no sense to you, that is why.

Today I did something that I have never done before, I shampooed the carpets in our new house. It was surprisingly easy, and a bit satisfying as I got to see this big round red stain in the carpet just disappear.
However, now I am very tired, and am just going to give you two poems that I wrote yesterday, and possible a picture, and then be finished.

Packing
I don't much like packing,
I'd much rather be snacking.

The City
(this is the poem I promised in February about the city. I warn you, it is very lame, even lamer than the poem above.)

This is a little ditty,
'bout being in the city.
It isn't very long,
so it can't be called a song.

The city is busy, with such a crowd,
it often can be very loud.
This ends my ditty,
'bout being in the city.

 

My first knitted sock.  

Extremely random, I realize, yet it is, however, of no consequence to me, because I really don't care at the moment. 

Till tomorrow, 

Joanna