I am starting a novena to the patron saint of plumbers in your and your sink's honor. I am also going to google "Things Never To Put Down Your Disposal."
I am starting a novena to the patron saint of plumbers in your and your sink's honor.
Sending encouragement for your rodent travails ---
Bless you, John McCain. May your fighting spirit enfuse us all until Trump and all his spineless Republican panderers everywhere are voted out!
Cheers and best wishes to you, Kevin. Love your adventures!
Prayers flying to all the firefighters!!
I'd have fainted!
I really hope the State Department contact can help Nadine!
I have been setting some old ghosts free myself these past months. I am moving to a newly rehabbed condo officially tomorrow, when movers will come for the furniture and boxes and etc., and I will bid a welcome goodbye to my apartment home where I have lived for the past 15 years. As part of the seemingly endless packing effort, I have been running into sad ghosts which seem to cling to things --- old clothes, old tables, a couple of dressers and a bureau, a desk --- as well as bits and pieces of memorabilia, little tokens of hidden heartache. I didn't realize why I had squirreled those things away, but it has been very freeing to my heart to bid all of them goodbye. I am only taking joy with me to my new home.
Nothing is more fun than being with great friends doing anything!
When I ride places with friends, I am the guru who remembers where the car is parked, and what direction we were going. I am also handy in the grocery store finding the aisles that have what's on my friends' lists and finding favorite things on sale.
I"ve been concerned about your missing shoeguy....
I saw my first big bears at Yellowstone in 1957. I was 7 years old and was fascinated by how bold they were. They came right up to our Ford woody stationwagon and would have climbed right in if they had been open. We were warned to close them. The car in front of us was a canvas-type convertable and the bears made short work of destroying that. The occupants started screaming and threw all their bags of snacks out of the car. The bears were pleased. The head ranger? No so much. That type of vehicle is not allowed onto the main park roads, for a very obvious reason. The driver and his shredded car got pulled out of line, and he was handed a hefty fine for ignoring the rules and a very loud talking-to. I will never forget it. Not that I became scared of bears, but I learned a huge amount of respect for them. I am in memory still enchanted by one bear, who peered in at me for a spell with its face filling up the whole sidedoor window right next to me. Wow, that was something. I said hello to him or her. I still wish I had had a big bag of acorns or pinenuts to pass along. Mom said the bear probably knew right where in Yellowstone to get some. Hope she was right.
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