Thursday, May 9, 2019
Where Have All the Good Times Gone
I wish I had a story to tell today, even a snippet of something, but I don't. I am not getting out enough to have stories. I go to therapy, to the factory, and to the house. Oh, I guess I could tell some of the scintillating therapy tales. Just kidding. I've told you about the garden and the birds and the weather. I enjoy those things, but there are not stories, really.
I have a video of a squirrel sliding down the bird feeder pole when he hit the part on which we sprayed Pam. Maybe I should post that.
Remember the old internet? What happened? Where have all the good times gone?
Posted by cafe selavy at 12:54 PM