Just another day in Venice

   

April is like a crabby teenager

 

     A little while ago at 7:30, I took Mamie out for her morning pee. It was like walking into a warm sponge.

All things considered

     In my little golf league here in Florida (a friend has kindly allowed me access to the group from her housing complex), I play with a rotating group of people.

We are who we are

 

    The wreath I need to drop off at the Salvation Army sits in the hall, where it’s been for the past two days.

The next murder

     As you can see from my week-long absence, life is as enervating as ever.

Signs

 

Little to report from here unless you’d like a riveting account of my knitting the last square for the throws I’m making for our twin granddaughters.

Bad Girl!

 

All dressed up and ready to ride.

 
  
So there we were, Mamie and I, on our way to her favorite park.

Livestock and Food Freedom

Not much to report here. My Guy marked another full year on the planet yesterday. We had to cancel the flyover, marching band, and festival of mimes.