Either growing trust or desperation.
I had a 10 am Zoom book club meeting. This is a local Crime Book Club that I have recently been invited to join. For a few years the meeting has been held in a coffee shop in an inner city suburb and there are hopes that this habit can be resumed in 5 week's time. There were a few technical hitches with the Zoom, but once underway it was an interesting and relaxed hour. Today's books for discussion were Australian, Boxed by Richard Anderson and The Portrait of Molly Dean by Katherine Kovacic.
I particularly liked Boxed.
It was another lovely Autumn day here so after the bookclub meeting I did a bit of watering and tidying on my balconies. The aloe flower is looking good.
Jennifer will be pleased to see that our aspidistra is looking fresh and healthy.
I was caught up in bits of research for my brother when I realised there was a message from Katherine to say that Veronica was making cup cakes and inviting me to afternoon tea. I abandoned the research and headed off to catch up on family news.
During the bookclub meeting and the cupcake visit I was able to keep tacking hexies.
I'm hoping that I might tack the last 7 bundles tomorrow and begin stitching the remaining "flowers" together. I haven't decided whether to begin appliqueing when I have enough to finish one side or wait until I have all 60 finished.
At the end of the day, as I was closing up the balcony door, the dove returned to clean up the remaining seed. Once again, it seemed that my presence was the signal.
130 years after Pavlov's observations with dogs. I think I might have further evidence for classical conditioning.
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