No, you just push the Start and Low button simultaneously and the temp will show on the digital display. Those scanners are sweet, though.
I guess he’s more of an abuelito though, at around 5’2”. Now he’s checking my dryers every 5 minutes and reporting the temperature, in between watching loud phone videos that all seem to involve loud screaming laughter.
My dryers, both on Medium, are currently running at 165°F and 110°F. JSYK
Shoutout to the sharply dressed abuelo at the pueblo laundromat showing anyone who’ll listen, in English and/or Spanish, how to check the dryers’ operating temperature. 🖖
BIRDS
BIRDS
BIRDS
Anyway. Birds.
That's just how she is. What about you?
Equinox is getting soooo clooose. Good things are growing.
You had me at “Alberta Bierstadt.”
Coyote & the Myth by Rick Bartow
Neighborhood Watch — Drudenkreuz
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Unsurprisingly, I’ve had ‘em both for a while here, but I love observing the bsky wave of spring firsts as a personalized real-time remote experience of the latitudinal tide of springtime’s joys.
Imagine my cackle of delight when I found the plastic bird skull 10 yards from the blood bottle
My health is not healthing and I feel like shit, so I was in dire need of something cute.
#art
What a magical ride this story is.
the weather is warming up so i want to share a nice resource for people in the US who want to get into gardening! there is a program called Free Heirloom Seeds aimed to promote sustainability that will mail you vegetable and flower seeds by request (5 packets w/o donation, more with donation)
Late-night ibuprofen and jug wine.
Same. Sitka is magical, even though I only saw it during a work trip. I may not be a SEAK local anymore, but I’ll return sometime to take a nice, slow milk run.
Can concur.
This is a very powerful place. Even if things are not being gentle with me right now, I'm happy that I'm here, and it feels like I'll be ready for whatever happens next.
A few days ago I lay down in the arroyo and fell asleep on the warm silt, and dreamed I was seeping into the earth and expanding outward, as if I were part of the seasonal river itself, but also living roots questing deep into the subterranean waters. I woke up feeling surprised that I woke up.
I returned to the high desert to process grief, revisit crossroads, and perhaps metamorphosize once again, and for some reason it's REALLY taking it out of me this time. Since I got here I keep thinking "I just gotta make it through the next week," and then new weeks keep just cropping up.
I had pre-liked the post that you have shared with me, but I like it even more now that I know you thought of me ✨
haha zzzzzzzz
hahaha clopening AND spring forward 🖕
Huh! I could swear ours was octagonal.
Rivers are living beings.
This reminds me of something Toni Morrison wrote.
*me writing my HS book report* The sensibilities-challenging plot device is an allegory for uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … ummm … making friends with wild bears. I think.
