four letters

pOp, Dave D, grandbaby and Tom L.  They’re ready to go in the postbox but now I’m feeling lazy and I’ll drop ’em off when Jeff and I go out to run errands later this aft. Hopefully Paul and I will be able to go for a walk. The walk around Deer Lake the other day nearly killed me. I think – and this disgusts me – that I need to spend another 350 bucks on orthotics. WHYYYYYYY

The Road to Albyn HAPPY SPRING

Lyrics are copyright, from page 147 of the Dunnetts’ The Scottish Highlands. I’d really like to work up harmonies for this but I can’t get Audacity to behave and unfortunately the forums say my Mac is too elderly to cope with what I want to do. Fuck computers anyway, let’s vamoose and go walking in Albyn. (A Gaelic word for Scotland.)

IT’S so WEIRD posting this and knowing that my calm, orderly, productive state of mind as it is currently on a Monday morning in February will be completely different when I next see this. And given that I’m 62 and multiply blessed with Complete Failure to Exercise and Complete Failure to Stop Eating Junk, who knows whether I’ll even make it that long.

I did make it that long. 

herewith, a picture of my face when Jeff announced he was getting pizza yesterday (and wings)

Seal babby eyes