

...like that seat cushion is really going to make a difference. . .
It appears that a couple of local neanderthals were released from their batting cages the other night. They proceeded to do “manly” things with their bats, proving to our rural neighborhood once again, that high levels of testosterone with alcohol and mailboxes do not mix
Why can't they just stick to t-ball??!!??
English translation should be close to: “from the center of my life came a great fountain” or at least that is what I have been told. That is the feeling I had after leaving my friends in Canada. When I started my trip, I was so ready for some rest and relaxation. After a couple of months dealing with loss, grief and other family issues, I was definitely in need of some recharging. My batteries were pretty low, if not just about dead. I was in need of some CPR and a couple of shocks to the heart. It was just marvelous to see what therapy an infusion of laughter, hiking, camping, awesome scenery, gourmet meals, crazy friends, and more laughter did to renew my soul and spirit! Bungee shorts, rot gut, hot springs, pizza on the grill, reruns, ting-tings, aeromint bars, lakes, rivers, sunsets, sunrises. These were just a few of my favorite things.
“A merry heart does good like a medicine”. I am so grateful to my friends for giving me a maximum dose of “merry” until “from the center of my life came a great fountain, deep blue shadows on azure sea water”.
XOXO