Speaking of Tom, he hit his head on the ceiling. He’s now officially Too Big for this residence.
Anyone know how high the ceiling are at Parris Island?
I just spent the last 45 minutes drafting a letter to James, my grandson who is on a mission. I promised him I would write every week, and send him a gift card as often as I could. That’s working out to once a month, of course.
I’ve only gotten one letter from him, but that’s OK: I know he’s very busy. They only have one day off a week, and it isn’t Sunday!
This morning, I took some “stuff” up to the community room to donate it, and the sun was shining and there was no wind. So I thought, “why don’t I head for the ramada and wait for Charlie to come out?” I no sooner thought that than I walked out the door and was his by a blast of wind right off Mt Charleston! *sheesh*
So I came in, changed my jacket to the longer coat-with-no-zipper, grabbed a bottle of water and headed for the table. I sat there about 10 minutes before Charlie showed up.
We were there about 15 minutes when my loud-mouth neighbor Cindy showed up with her dog, Angel, and in another 10 minutes, Berta-the-hugger came up. She was outclassed and left in about 10 minutes. Then it was my turn to say I was cold enough, thank you, and headed home.
Exciting day at Hooterville Junction!