Friday evening. The weekend. I am starting to feel a little mopey already. Not good. Not good at all. At this rate, I’ll have to get a weekend volunteer job too. It has been almost 8 months now. It is time to start moving on. But, where does one move on to? The old ladies asylum?
This is my “Seal of Approval” from google. With that and $1.95 I can get an espresso at Starbucks. (And, a serving of blazing good wifi.)
Funny thing happened in the neighborhood this morning. A guy rode his horse here from Texas. He got permission to park his horse at our local American Legion. Someone saw the horse and called 911. The police came. The police said the horse was “transportation” and not illegal. Guess that is good to know.
It never occurred to me there might be illegal horses. I would be so happy to see a horse, I wouldn’t think to report it for being a criminal.