Timmy and I took my hat for a walk today.

Dan's trying to get the water heater installed by 5pm but he's not going to quite make it. Pity.  He's close, though, quite close! I'm looking forward to a good hot bath!  I'm having a menses so washing on the deck in the gazebo/bath house isn't a nice option either.  I guess it's not so horrid in fact, only in idea, but the water needed re-chlorinating so I declined this afternoon.  I may have to anyway just to keep up standards if he can't get back to this job soon.
I took Timmy on a long 6km walk that took 90 mins for the whole return trip from Broadway.  There wasn't much to see up there but I walked my hat around and got some compliments on it from passersby, and a small number of stink faces.  Christians really don't like it, expecially the older ones.  I added another decoration, a lace netting with beaded decoration on it.  The netting is black, the beads dark peacock irridescence.  It's meant to go over a tee shirt and jazz it up riding over your shoulders, back, and breast.  I couldn't resist having one of the lovely things but it looked truly stupid on a shirt.  I have had it so long now it's practically vintage and I've used it over lamps but not worn it till I discovered how perfectly it fits my hat.  It rests right where the brim meets the rise and drapes beautifully half way down my face with the beaded fringe reaching to my chin.  lets see if I can attach the picture.

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