Hello. It’s me!

In these absurd times of political theater coupled with the impeding end of a long-running television comedy (The Big Bang Theory) , we all devise different ways to get through the day, #amirite? Here’s how I do it …

Hello. It’s me!!

That’s my friend Frank … he spent the weekend with me. And what a weekend it was. He got in 11,000 steps, I got in 1,100 steps. He ate 22 crunchables, I ate 2 crunchables. He pummeled me. I slept for an entire day after he left. His visit led to a discussion with Dad.

Hello! It’s me!

These are the salad days, my friends. Hanging out with Mom while she crafts coverlets, hanging out with Dad while he writes about the topic.

Rumor has it my friend Frank may make an appearance this weekend. That would be some good stuff! And we get our RV back today, and if that happens, an adventure could be on the horizon. That would be better than the smoke I typically see on the horizon, #amirite?

Hello! It’s me.

Typically referred to as early July – mid August, the “dog days of summer” are in full force around here. It’s a pattern we’ve grown to know and love.

• Blast Zone Spell (110-117, not humid).
• Monsoon Spell (105-109, humid, evening thunderstorms & blowing dust).
• Repeat.

It led to a conversation with Dad.

With Mom doing so much better following surgery, I’m thinkin’ it’s time for an RV trip once the repairs on the unit are done, #amirite? And if not a trip, a least a jaunt over to the ocean would quench the endless Dog Days of Summer we’re experiencing.