The shrieking grew shriller as the volume went higher.
Coffee mugs rattled on tables, utensils skipped across plate rim, and nerves frayed along tired edges. 418 more words
Lately I’ve been rediscovering sewing. In a fit of madness, I offered to make a Christmas stocking for my dear guide daughter, Lottie. I bought some of that lovely fabric, where the stocking is printed on the surface, and all you have to do is cut it out and sew it together. 664 more words