Chimney/Bread Day and Bad Rodney

I made it up and down the lane twice this morning before noticing my shoes didn't match. 

Bet I'm the only one in the world that has ever made that mistake!

The realization actually made me chuckle.

Then came the rationalizations:  both light-colored; both Skechers. 

Plus, I was talking to Bill while putting my shoes on.  

The shoe glitch gave me a laugh, and these days, wearing the wrong shoes on the right feet probably fits right in with what's considered normal. 

BTW:  if you've never tried Skechers, and you're old like me, check 'em out.  About as comfortable as a shoe can get. 

On this Tuesday we have some more repair people coming. 

They'll replace the rusted-out crown with a new one, which means we should no longer hear rain cascading inside our roof. 

They'll also clean the chimney. 

So, our wood burning should be safe for another winter.

We're hoping this will be the last of the repairs for a while.

It's also "bread day."  

This time I'll be going to Michele and Sheena's home, picking up a large loaf of the European bread and my first sample of pretzel-style rolls. 

Perfect timing cuz Sunday I whipped up a batch of plum jelly from my meager pickings.  

And, by golly, it set up, and it's got the zip and the flavor I love in any jelly.

The combination of fresh jelly with fresh-baked bread?  

Need I say anything?  

Can't wait to try the first bite.

Speaking of the jelly---yesterday I took a few photos at the home of, Tom, my regular jelly patron.  

I don't know if he's discovered the newest jar of jelly yet.

If anyone in his family is reading, tell Tom it is sitting on the table between his and Joanne's deck chairs. 

Tom and Joanne have an adorable AND funky little farm where my camera could go crazy if it wanted. 

Since nobody was home, I snapped just a couple of photos.

Not much other news, except Rodney must be a bad boy.  I heard about him on a Facebook video yesterday.  

Folks are lookin' hard for him cuz he stayed at the Casino all night and at some time, he broke the tip off the tail of some poor little ol' lady's figurine. 

And, when those peeps find Rodney, there's gonna be Hell to pay.  

I wouldn't want to be Rodney with all those fightin' words that were issued during the video with the two women,  which may just go viral. 

I also smell a new reality show to go along with the daily one we are all living:  

Figurines and Fickle Rodney.  

Yup, that sounds like a good name. 

We've really come a long way, Baby, in this here nation of ours!

If you see Rodney toting around the tip of the figurine tail, tell him he'd better lie low or at least apologize.

Til then, you'd better get the guns and stand guard around your own figurines! 

And, if you're concerned that Marianne has truly lost it this morning, just remember that sometimes veering off from the sublime to the ridiculous CAN be therapeutic when it seems like the world has gone mad. 

In the meantime, Happy Tuesday.