After yesterday, being locked inside due to the rain – I decided to walk the three miles down to the asylum for lunch. I was underwhelmed by my previous meal in “my” dining room. Today’s meal was perfectly fine. The soup was excellant. The roll soft, warm and wheaty. The salmon was not overcooked. Carlton would have complained that the broccoli wasn’t cooked enough – so I liked it fine. The carrots – were carrots. I also had cherry pie. Not as good a my cherry pie. But since I have no intention of ever making a cherry pie again – it was a fine slice of cherry pie.
The old bat cave is going to be a tchotchke-free zone. Things are heading out. But, first… if anyone wants anyone any of these – email me – and the first one who emails a request gets it. I’ll mail them. Anywhere in the US. Love flat rate boxes. Take one. Take’m all. Or be smart and let them go to the Goodwill.
These will be heading down to the Goodwill.
Note to everyone who doesn’t have a presidential library: This is what is going to happen to all your stuff one day. It’s just stuff. One step away from the Goodwill.
Yes, Carlton – I am taking care of the sword, the bolt and the steam engine. After I go – well, no promises…
Got a chuckle out of your selfie with the headlight on!! About a week ago, Barbara bought headlights for herself and me. She is already using hers to read in bed – lets me sleep.