Up the back part of the property is the infamous drive. The car is not parked there this time.
This is the week for George's birthday observances. Here is mine...
Precious is still being just that, cuddly and sweet and everything you want in a companionable cat. When I come home from being out for several hours she insists on climbing up nearly on my shoulder and resting for a while, just so I know she missed me. Of course she is also very stealthy, attacking in a fashion that reminds me of Kato, Inspector Clouseau's houseboy in the Pink Panther. She's my little Black Panther.
It is very good to finally have my car back, I was able to free it from its house arrest on Sunday afternoon. After everything melted it was mud that blocked the way, but it dried up finally.
Aside from being late on much of what needs to be done, things finally feel back to normal. No more medical emergencies, a car that I can actually drive and weather that isn't intimidating. Well, at least until the wind starts blowing really hard, but for the most part, yeah... normal.
Spring, where art thou?
“Please tell me once more why we are here?” The question from the blond was devoid of real ignorance; he knew very well why Mr. Waverly had sent them to this wild scene filled with crazed young women. Napoleon Solo was equally dismayed at the assignment, his own plans for Friday night now another footnote in a long list of missed opportunities.
“Look Illya, I don’t like this anymore than you do. These fellas from the UK are creating a firestorm of activity and ...’ Napoleon extended his arm to the sea of screaming females... “noise. Lots of loud noise, and I don’t mean the band.”( Read more...Collapse )