Sometimes all you need are a few flowers to lighten the day.
Now this is a serious mystery. This “tombstone” recently appeared on the grounds. Who was Misty? Someone’s favorite goldfish? A budgie? Maybe it is a game. Stay tuned. Someone will know. Someone knows everything around here. You just have to find the right someone.
We have been locked up for a seriously long time. And, I see no end in sight. Even if we could go anywhere without being hit with 5 to 14 days of quarantine, where would I go? I feel like I am living in Ogallala, Nebraska in 1862 before the Union Pacific came through. Stuck in one place. With no hope of escape. I have jackrabbits in my boots. I don’t stay in one place well. Not even close.
Gratitude
Grateful for my little kitchen. As the Asylum food has gotten worse I have rediscovered “The Joy of Cooking”. Actually I gave my 1957 version of that midcentury standby to a friend from work. And, at this instant, I am really thankful for my little dishwasher.
June 27, 2019, was my last full day in London and actually then end of the Round the World trip. Next stop Bermuda for some downtime.
Time for yet another tiny obscure museum.
I don’t purchase much, but I adore window shopping. And this was a killer window.
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