Yesterday just went fine. It rained most of the day but we kept busy at one thing or another and before we knew it the day had went. As best I remember it took me almost forever to make it to sixteen. Then another huge chunk of my life was used trying to get to the twenty one mark. After I made that grade I coasted or something had me blinded because all of a sudden I was fifty. Now looky here, only a very few years later, faster than a speeding train, WHAM! I'm sixty three and flying! One of my positive thoughts about my too much body bulk is the hope the larger size might offer enough wind resistance to slow me down. Whoa! No! Wait! I don't want to come to a complete stop! I'm thinking I'll continue trying to get some weight off. Flying is better than dying!
I did finished one book yesterday and got a second one into the last half. I took the time to make a rough draft of a new but old and simple game. I'll make a good one in a few days and show it to you............Maybe. Glenda did a lot of house work, which included washing and ironing. She also took some time out of her busy work schedule to play some poker games on the computer.
This morning the sun is smacking us hard thru the door and window and I'm lovin it! According to the guy on TV it wasn't supposed to show until quite a bit later, then it is said, that around three it will disappear again as it bows to the covering power of another ridge of low pressure escorting a cold front that is dragging clouds and rain along with it. We're just glad to be alive and still able to see it all! If it wasn't for the brightness of the sun, Glenda's wouldn't know a cloudy day from any other due to her poor eye. She does have a prescription for glasses but hasn't gotten around to getting them yet. Maybe today she will do that.
Ima done now. In an attempt to extend the life of our septic tank I try to spread it out via the internet. (PS: your delete button will serve as a flusher there.)
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
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