Sewing

Last night I noticed that someone was at the kitchen table sewing. I think sewing a button on. It took me awhile to figure out who it was until he stood up - it was the husband. So he can sew, at least a little bit.

Just before going to bed, I heard piano playing. It was a somewhat simple tune that was a little hesitant. At first I thought it was my downstairs neighbors playing - they moved the baby grand into the basement. But than I realized it was the tv as there was spoken voice and dialogue and that it was coming from next door. I couldn't figure out what show they were watching, but am going to guess/pretend it was some PBS doc. You have to love summertime when the boundaries of separation crumble as people open their windows to deal with the heat and we kreep into each other's spaces.