A rambling train of thoughts about the universe and our micro solar system consisting of our dear Sun and other planets in a magnetic dance while we hurtle through space on the face of a rock and stare at flat screens where we attempt to connect while we detach.
Saturday, December 7, 2019
It is an old Mother’s Day Gift our elementary school class did. You might recognize the mimeograph print 😎
We got some rye flour and going to try to make the bread.
Mom’s scribble on the cover. She was always doing that ❤️ Missing her.