Last night's concert told me something about myself. My idea of fun probably isn't the same as other people's idea of fun.
Sometimes I like a little zing to entertainment. Sometimes I don't.
But I need to do something for stress relief. I need some exercise. I've become a slug, an inanimate object. I need to change that.
The Winter Misery
Whine whine whine. Rain, damp, cold, algae, muck, mud, yuck. It's been a depressing few days or has it been weeks, years? February nev...
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I made it back to Waldo. Monday I took five cats from Gills Landing colony to be fixed and tested at the Salem clinic. All five, four gi... -
I went and saw my old friend--Waldo Lake. I can't be alone all the time, here in this house. I do love my cats. But getting out is a ... -
Our weather is far from August normal lately. After the brief heat wave, it went to predicted extreme rain, which didn't happen, but mi...
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