We live in odd times…things I couldn’t imagine when I was young are now common place. Still, it’s my overarching belief that taken as a whole, the idiots, the terrorists, the pesky mosquitoes of humanity who want to influence my life, are just sideshow. It’s the friends I make in my travels that are the sum total of my existence.
How’s that for cheesy 2 bit philosophy? 🙂
Yup, that’l work. 😉
My condolences to Neil. It’s pure hell, losing a pet, an animal companion. I’m trying every day to enjoy my hours with Quincy. Too soon he’ll be an old dog, for now, he’s in the prime of his life.
I’m here. Sorry I missed so many days in a row. I was frankly shocked, thought I only missed coming here Thursday.
Cooked the Thanksgiving Day dinner yesterday, it was yummy, of course. Bob and I just finished eating some leftovers, a complete meal actually. Mmm. Tomorrow, turkey sandwiches. In my case, with an inch of mayonnaise.
After dinner we took Bob to see Pete & Sara’ new house. It was hard on Bob and he thought he was having a good day. That changed after he ate. But we had the wheel chair for most of it although he had to get himself up into the house.
All the snow melted, gone, poof. It’s been warmish again and it keeps raining. Grass is still green, I like that.
I didn’t get around to my two newspapers yesterday either. Guess I better go catch up on the obituaries.
Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving.
My gig limit was reached yesterday. Only have to suffer until midnight though, so that’s not too bad. NOW I’ll try to load the Detroit Free Press.
Slathering mayo on a turkey sandwich is a basic human right!
Funny, I thought of your Quincy when commenting about Osa, I know what he is to you. Poor guy, what a poofy name 🙂
It snowed a little this morning so the ways were a bit slow with a skeen of snow and ice in shady places. Ice on the slow parts of the river. So 47 minutes to the Birch & Barley for gumbo soup. With a porter of course.
Better be gumbo with sassafras file, or I will come steal the plastic pink flamingos from your lawn.
No files in this gumbo. 🙂
Then 40 minutes back home via Sloan where my key wouldn’t work so I stick walked all the way home. Fingers noticeable in the 23 °F weather but quickly warming now.
Day 6: 92+47+40=179 minutes.
Doorbuster special, more cold air for our old bones here. arrrggghhh!
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