That sly little wounded bird that I'm married to has slipped around and someway got me into asking her if she would like for me to take her to the gambling boat for an hour or two today. Of course she had the answer ready for a long time before her con on me to ask worked. I don't know how she does these things.
We're going to let those wild weekenders have the lake for a few hours then come back and try to pick up the pieces. The trip will be better than sitting here watching the grass grow which by the way is almost possible. That stuff is coming up like weeds....................Whoa! I'm pretty sure it's grass but what is grass but some kind of small weed anyway. Whichever, it is turning the brown muddy stuff that holds all the rocks together green so the rain didn't wash every seed to the seawall. A few places will probably need some attention before it is all said and done but I think I can find the time when it cools down some.
I thought the national weather showed us being right in the path of some big weather but so far a few white clouds and a big old sun are all I have seen.
Oh, and I did see my way to the bottom of this note.
People who reach the top of the tree are only those who haven't got the qualifications to detain them at the bottom.Peter Ustinov
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