Tuesday, July 23, 2019


It never, ever fails.  After vacation, the shoe drops.  Everything crashes, breaks, gives out.  The only cure, as always, is money.  I have an electrician here right now.  My breaker boxes need to be changed out.  That's what the inspector says.  We had a big rain on Sunday, and the roof leaked. . . again.  I haven't had it for four years yet.  I need a plumber.  I have a dental appointment next week, a physical the following.  It is beyond time for a colonoscopy.  And of course, living in the sunny south, I need a trip to the dermatologist.

Did I tell you about Carmel?  Oh, man, it was wonderful.  I'll have to write about it sometime.  You know.  After I drain my bank account and the hurricane comes.


I want to tell more interesting stories, but all I have is what is in front of me right now.

And pictures like these.  I didn't do a great job making pictures on vacation, but things like this intrigue me.  I don't know why, but I can stare at this for a long time.

I have to go out and see what the electrician is doing.  It sounds like $$$$$$.

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