Here it is, yet another beautiful temperate day. You'll see in the first picture. Not supposed to get above the 50's in temp.
In the second picture, you can see I have long hair blowing in the wind and...boot cut bottom pants on. Equally blowing in the wind. So was my jacket. (blowing in the wind) It was 48 F. when I started.
Hey, the mystery is over. Last night Katie horked up a record sized, extremely large and wet return of the merchandise. I heard it start when she was in her recliner. I had a small cake in a paper plate in front of me, as I was sitting in MY chair. It was her or me. I jumped up with the paper plate and made it just in time. Horked all over the plate and of course the little cake. Sigh. I aso heard a hork in the night. Got up the usual time this morning and after turning on the light, I looked around the bedroom and there it was...in the middle of the threshhold. This one was kibble, the size of a jumbo egg and fairly easy to get up. I no longer have my breath held as to when she will un-do the carpet cleaning. That time came yesterday.
Have to leave the house at 1330 to get my flu shot. I took too long to call about it. I usually try for early in the month. My Dr. doesn't seem to feel I should get the newest pneumonia shot. I have the one they gave what...20 years ago? But when I asked him about the whoopty-do one of now, he didn't think I should because of could-be problems relating to my heart surgery. My surgery was far more complex than what most think of when they think of heart surgery. Not the valve thing. I read about it all, and of course, he is right. That shot's side effects and consequences-- once you read about it in their own brochure-- is enough to make a crocodile run. Assuming you threatened him with a pew-moany shot, that is.
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| Here I go...just getting started |
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| Got my little leather bag and a baseball hat at my side. |
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