He asked what kind of adhesive I needed. I told him that I had no idea, but that it had to be able to securely stick a rubber frog to a plastic lily pad, outdoors. He chose a tube from the wall of possible options and handed it to me without so much as a batted eyelash.
(A new princess-themed geocache is in the works, let me hasten to add.)
We have no internet connection at home today, a state of affairs that leaves me more than slightly twitchy, so I hope the serviceperson coming tomorrow can remedy whatever problem we are having. In lieu of my regular escapes into the Web, at least I was productive: a pot of my grandmother's spaghetti sauce from scratch, three batches of roasted vegetables for lunches, and a pot of my mother-in-law's veggie chili as well. The house smells spectacular.
Speaking of my grandmother, I think she visited me in spirit this afternoon, while Thing One and Petunia and I were helping to put away the Christmas decorations at church. At one point, I was vacuuming up the pine needles scattered hither and yon, and commented jokingly to the other woman working with us that my grandmother would ghost me good if I left a mess in church. At that very second, the vestibule door blew open--no doubt my grandmother vigorously emphasizing the point.
The end of another week is upon me: now, to take a deep breath before the next one rides in.