Oh, Dear!
Lord, please show here where the iPod is!
IIRC, my minesweeper, that crossed the Pacific . . . was a boat. It was 75’ long, IRRC.
Thanks, I’ve been asking Him where the iPod is, too. It might be in the drawer with my husband’s running clothes, but Frank’s asleep in the room and I didn’t want to make too much noise.
Grilled tuna in herb-butter for supper. My herbs are feeling the heat, but in some places the weeds have grown tall enough to shade them. The Greek oregano is sheltering in a big patch of crabgrass, left by the crack lawn service.
Speaking of that slender and elusive youth, the pretty girl at the pool said that she’ll get a bonus from the pool management company if she recruits him to be a late-summer lifeguard, to fill vacancies when the college students go back to school in August. He’s supposed to take her his certificate and so on next time we go. Probably we’ll take the older kids over after supper. I’d rather have a shower and stay home this evening.