Tonight I am grateful for the internets.
Over dinner we were talking about blast-from-the-past music and then blast-from-the-past comedy. Harry and I explained how we would play stacks of 45s on the turntable to my 19-year-old son. And I remembered my parents’ Dick Newhart album and “Driving Instructor.” And while we were talking about old comedy, who can forget, George Carlin’s “Seven Dirty Words?” Ah, the things I am teaching my 19-year-old son! Yes, I taught him about seven dirty words!
I am also grateful that the chickens had walkabout time without destroying my garden this afternoon.
And I am grateful for that arms and shoulders P90X workout, although I will be sore again tomorrow.
Live the dream,
Robin
Robin
I’m sad it’s Sunday night. Nevertheless, today I am grateful that it was raining just enough this morning that I didn’t feel guilty trotting off to Annapolis for some shopping and to see a movie. (City Island — Good!) I am also grateful for the joy of little dogs who missed me while I was gone and did a happy dance for me on my return. And I am grateful that I don’t have to actually drive to an office tomorrow, even though it’s a very busy work day.
I hope your week is peaceful and you have things to be grateful for.
Robin
Robin
Today I am grateful that none of the four snakes we encountered in the garden were poisonous. I am also grateful that one of the snakes, a baby, provided several minutes of entertainment as I watched Maude, one of the senior hens, play keep-away with the other hens as she ran around with it in her beak. And I am grateful for the mingled scent of the honeysuckle and New Dawn roses as I worked outside weeding, edging and planting today.
Yesterday I teased about something incredible you need to see. Here it is. A record-breaking egg here at Bumblebee.
Happy weekend.
Robin
Robin