I found a box at my front door this afternoon. It had my sweetie’s name on it, so I assumed it was something for the garden, and I put it on the steps, to get it out of the way. Later, I called her and told her there was a box with her name at the house, and wondered what it was.
“Oh, it’s a squirrel proof feeder”, she said.
I told her it felt very heavy. I should have known it was really a present for me, when she told me to open it, even though I had no interest in a squirrel feeder. I told her I would do it later. She insisted.
Not a squirrel feeder
I opened it, and discovered one more gadget to add to my arsenal, a pasta maker. She had bought it for me because of the pasta I had cut by hand, that I served her when she last visited. I was going to leave it in its box, but I did finally open it, and discovered that the instructions are in Italian.
I’ll have to sit down and read the English version, but that can wait. I have another mission, which I will talk about a little later this week, which is, how do I use up all the veggies and fruit I’ve been getting, before it goes bad.
