I am trying to trick MyBloggers into posting my stuff. This is another attempt. (Never mind what I am doing – it is convoluted. For three days I get an error message when I try to post. You can’t get there from here, so far.)

Every time I paste my stuff from the Word program into the post site I get an error message. So I am rewriting everything.


Ed has been traveling all week to Punta Gorda and Port Charlotte visiting Assisted Living Facilities and nursing homes and all of this is volunteer work. He has been very effective in solving a lot of problems and I am very proud of him.
My friend Leeann, who had to move to a cheaper rental, came by yesterday with Perry, her boyfriend, who, she says, is now being sweet as punch and she is not going to dump him. He has a sailboat still docked at their old rental, so we are letting him move it to our dock. Will give the place a little class, I tell Ed. Well, an unexpected bonus from this gesture is that Perry, in appreciation, will help salvage our landscaping that has languished due to neglect. (Boat dock fees are astronomical.) Ed gets annoyed when I tell him that our plants need more of something than what they are getting (zilch) “Let’s get some of those,” Ed says as we drive by a particularly lush garden in someone else’s yard, the idea being if they grow three houses down from us, they will grow in our yard too. Well, no, I say, because these people are doing things that we are not doing. Maybe they have a gardener. Maybe they have no life and are spending every spare minute digging and watering and fertilizing. Anyway, Perry, who Leeann tells me knows a lot about stuff, is going to help. Huzzah.

Toots, our foster cat, is out and about after two weeks of being too timid to leave the den (where we ultimately found him wedged behind the computer and the wall, surrounded by wires and tripods). Chewy, the T cat (territorial) continues to hiss and snarl but Toots has figured out he is all meow and no bite. So he now has the run of the house. Brunswick is just waiting for Toots to “come to” and play with him.

Our neighbor, Tamara, who left her husband in a huff a month ago, is back. Her son, William, a talented young actor, who hasn’t been in another play since he played the boy in “To Kill a Mocking Bird” because his mother finds it inconvenient to take him to rehearsals, must feel like a Yo-Yo. William is hoping his step father will get closer, but that’s a no-win since Peter is missing the empathy gene.
I hope this posts.

Xx, Teal