Lost, stolen or strayed
Apr. 26th, 2015 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt has been more than a week now since I last saw one of my oven gauntlets. I'm not quite sure which it is that's missing; "the other one" is an accurate but not a wholly useful descriptor. As witness, it has failed so far to lead to the discovery of the absent glove. It's very strange.
This morning I had a brief moment of inspiration, which led to a long walk which added almost nothing to my thinking, but did lead me via various merchants of garden supplies. What's the common or garden variety of window shopping, where no windows are involved? (They have six-foot-high tomato cages, made of very sturdy wire. I want one of those for my Chinese long beans - if the beans survive the sun. They're only six inches high at the moment, and it would look a little like overkill. Why does no one ever speak of underkill?)
This morning I had a brief moment of inspiration, which led to a long walk which added almost nothing to my thinking, but did lead me via various merchants of garden supplies. What's the common or garden variety of window shopping, where no windows are involved? (They have six-foot-high tomato cages, made of very sturdy wire. I want one of those for my Chinese long beans - if the beans survive the sun. They're only six inches high at the moment, and it would look a little like overkill. Why does no one ever speak of underkill?)