Chronicles Continued

That is correct, Sir, I have no idea what kind of flower they are or from whence they came.  But they certainly are pretty, right?

This evening with the help of my two favorite Depositors, we moved all the goods-for-sale for the Saturday communal yard sale to town to store in the shed of the person hosting the sale.  Getting it all sorted and prepped has been an effort and a chore.  How much stuff?   The bed of his extended pickup truck plus my car was packed to the ‘nth degree.  After all was said and done, I returned home, looking forward to a glass of white wine to ship on the porch.  The choice of which one to drink?  the one with the screw on lid, because pulling the cork of the others was too daunting.  That’s how tired.

Although I am usually untouched by matters of the British House of Royalty, it was a most lovely diversion from daily barrage of #45. Reading about love and toasts and dresses was a lovely, lovely change.  What else can we conjure up to compete with the daily news?

 

Today’s Lesson:  if pulled over by a cop for not having the seat belt fastened, tell him you just had breast surgery.  Either larger or smaller depending on you.  If he falters, ask him if you have to show him to prove it.  And you thought this was all work no play!

 

Skid Steer.  So how many of you know what that is?  A brand of cattle?

While driving on back road in PA today, to an event, deep in the State, passed a church on the right hand side of the road.  Sign in front read: Little White Community Church.

Found the hip-hopping bunny such a sweet sight out the kitchen window.  And then there were two.  This was about 10 days ago.  Yesterday, between rain showers, took a walk around the garden to check on the bulbs I had planted and to mark their progress.

Nubs!

Where there should have been Allium coming along nicely, there, chewed to the ground. nubs, like a bad case of fingernail biting down to the quick.  The rabbits must have been thrilled with the diet variation, the new taste, the tender green shoots.  Here and there they had breakfasted on my spring hopes.  Haven’t seen them since!

Am learning again, an important life lesson. If you only think of your side of the issue and don’t walk a mile in the other person’s shoes, then you lose.  The house in which I am living is up for sale and the owner has on a tight set of blinders.  It is doing her much dis-service as she is completely focused on the financial outcome, to her.  No one is helping her realize this and in some instances she is completely blind to how it is working against her.  Watching this play out is a good lesson.

Real Life Trick Shots You Wish You Could Do

The letter: my father to my mother before they were engaged.