A Visitor, A Motorcycle, Some Peppers and a Lack of Crafts

Amy Scott moved away in 6th grade.  We were friends, but not really great friends.  But I imagined how hard it was to move so far away from everyone you know, so I wrote her a letter.  And she wrote me back.  And well, a few letters became many letters and eventually in high school it meant we were sending each other 20 page letters pretty much every week.  I have a few serious bricks of letters from Amy.  We still don’t see each other very often, and now she lives in Buenos Aries, so trips are rare.  But she is criss-crossing the country and stayed with us for the weekend.  We really didn’t do all that much other than shop and eat, but it was great seeing her and spending some time together.

She also needed some polyfil and wondered if I had any.  Ha!

Not to blame it on Amy, but I have not finished anything last week!  Ack!  I will hopefully remedy that this week.  However, I don’t have anything quick in mind.

Also?  Tim bought a motorcycle.