Rain, endless Rain. Today was dry. I got to mow the lawn. But the riding mower has a mud problem. I had to have the spouse to come drive while I pushed it out of the mud.
The lake is full - last week it went over the "full" mark. We have lake trash along the shore line. Really pretty bad. People just throw anything in the lake. I had a TV picture tube wash up. I just couldn't get it out of the water; and, I don't know where it has gone now. One tire, a pink cooler, trees, a basketball, Christmas candy cane -- so forth.
I will finish with a brilliant observation.
Didja know that dogs love cornbread? I'm tellin' you, they will lick their bowl forever and ever after it is eaten. Dogs love cornbread.
more later when i am inspired
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Monday, May 18, 2015
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