Sand storm. I went and got my wind chimes because they are little pretty blue hearts of crystal that sing for me

When the breeze visits and I don't want to lose them.

I have had my chimes for more than a decade.

So old.

Kids here only see it in my property. It doesn't exist in the local cultures to hang chimes.

They like it and so do I. It sounds nice.

Now I am all sands and dirty.

My worker who shows up at 3.00 was spooked by my presence. And then we went in and he fixed me and himself breakfast.

He told me that he wants me to go to his son's graduation party. He said he won't be playing loud music so I don't have to worry about that.

It is interesting how some people , even when you're strangers, can remember things your own family doesn't.

He is nice. I like his robe. It reminds me of my grandfather.

My grandfather wore the Bernous even over a business suit. He had four. Black, white/golden one, brown and dark brown

The white golden one is what I liked most.