As I was retiring to my bed chamber – suprise fireworks!. It was sort of rainy. My macro lens and body (camera) are supposed to be weather-proof. So, I went out and made pictures.
It is rainy right now – 1715. But, it is supposed to clean up by fireworks time.
What a difference a year makes. I wonder how I’ll be next July 4th. Nobody is promised tomorrow.
This was when Carlton asked me to take care of his sword, little steam engine and big bolt. And told me to pitch the rest. I don’t know who I would tell to take care of my stuff. Or what stuff I would want taken care of. Damn I am getting a little morbid.
I would be happy to “take care of your stuff” assuming I outlive you.