Arbitrary DeBary More Critters and No punctuation

 I can sort of type as long as nobody expects punctuation

Commas, periods, apostrophes require particular hand and finger bones which are not yet up for the task

But I went back and hunted and pecked to insert those commas above because my head was exploding

Those three sentences took me five minutes to type cuz I can sort of type right now

In the mean time

Luna and her new pal

Clayton gets a makeover every month
Personally I think he is killing it in the pink beret

On my window this morning
Yesterday there were 9 of them
The Overlords are losing their minds 

And one for you Freedom

On my fence yesterday

Arbitrary DeBary Critter Edition

 Typing is too hard right now. 

I originally thought this was a joke. Nope. 

This Also Happened

Typing is limited. 

So, This Happened

I probably haven't screamed this loud enough this week. Sorry if you missed the 2,876 shameless self promotions. I promise to go back to being introverted and demure-ish in a week or so. 

New Quilt

 As of late July, Bliz is a new grandma! Unfortunately, in late July I was in no position to sew anything. I know this because I tried. However, with the creative studio set up in our new home, I made this for baby Lala. 

  

Mystery Solved

Karen was the house with the round hedges. Fortunately, she was standing outside in front. Also fortunately she only invited over one other person. 

I had a nice time. And I'm grateful to be included as the "new girl" in town--been in that situation before where it wasn't this social. Instead, it was lonely and depressing. Someday I hope to repay this kindness and be the local Neighbor Karen or Corona Debbie and welcome the new girl with open arms. 

And now I'm off to introvert for the next few days. 

Silly Social Anxiety Problems

I have a dilemma. Neighbor Karen (who is delightful--and I also happen to like the name Karen) has invited me over for coffee today to meet a few of her friends. I suspect I'll be the youngest person there by about 15 years. Plus, I don't drink coffee, but I'll deal with that hurdle later. 

My problem is I don't know where she lives. She's been over three times, each time pointing in the general direction across the street, indicating she lives somewhere that way. I've narrowed it down to four possible places. 

The Sunshines this week have been cautiously peeking outside, looking for signs of Karen or Karen's brown car. None of us are any closer to solving this mystery. "What about that house?" Marty said, pointing to the home with the two palm trees. "I think Karen is the type to have rounded hedges. Maybe?" I counter, gesturing to the one two doors down. 

About 1:25 today, I'm going to have to start knocking on doors and hope she answers. Or hope that the other three neighbors I haven't met are friendly and maybe one of them will help me out. I mean, if I know Karen after less than two weeks of living here, they must know her too, right?