Making one last lap through the 2018 photos before I archieve them off the computer. I may make a 2018 Photobook. I made them every year since 2000. But, I sort of stopped when Carlton died. Because I made them for him. Seems pretty silly to make them for myself. Absolutely no one will want them after I die. And, that is OK. I am not Ansel Adams.
Walked up to Wal Mart today. Discovered that Wal Mart sells not very good but cheap long underwear. But, I surely don’t need longjohns that will last a lifetime! That’s one of the things about old age: “Lasts a lifetime” doesn’t excite me.
Figured that a set of el cheapo long johns will be just what I need for my proposed trip across Canada in the winter. Didn’t get them. But, I will need to snag a set before someone ships them all off to a Wal Mart in North Dakota.