I give up trying to be consistently wordless.
Also I’ve fallen behind on my posts, so there are many, many words queued up and ready to spread out on these pages.
For now a wee blather on today’s pic, which comes to you via my recent efforts at spring cleaning and tidying and organizing drawers, an activity I kind of love. Not in the Marie Kondo way of obsession and full-time occupation, but merely enough to know where that small green widget is when you need it. Also, it should be said that Kondo has some good ideas (though book culling is not one of them) (folding jeans and tee-shirts, on the other hand, is a yes).
As for my national currency, I store it in the way of my people, specifically my dad, i.e. bunched and held together in a kind of show-offy way with a giant metal clip. He hung his on a nail in the workshop. Mine lives in the requisite junk drawer (because no matter how much one organizes one needs a place for things that have no place).
I think they use a points card now but I’m old school and will hang on to the paper dough as long as it keeps circulating.
Use your words!
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