SO DISAPPOINTED in Mad Max, yes I already said that
232 words yesterday. It was emotionally satisfying to be writing again. A cop gets a nutshot, so that was fun.
Chronic Tacos does not make as nice a sopa de tortilla as Pamola. Srsly. I got takeout and will finish it here, but Chronic doesn’t make their own broth, unless my tongue has completely yielded up differentiating home style from bottled.
SO GLAD I got to the lawn before the landpeer got here to police up the flower beds. Bert sat in the shade in his wheelchair while Kim worked. Kim’s over 70 herself now.
Temporarily done with the churchy project. I’ve been asked to go to the Worship services meeting on Saturday and I think I will go, it will be a good group and for a number of reasons people who’ve been quite active can’t be so anymore. I’ve been on the committee when Lutina was chair (the good old days) and I’m not doing much at church since it’s hard for me to do the coffee when I can’t stand for a couple of hours with my symphisis all hissy. I still do homilies when asked.
I don’t think mOm has seen this – check out page 11 of this pdf from Beacon. There I am singing two years ago (with a balloon tied to my mandolin).
