64

 Must make a point to say that today is our anniversary.   It has been 64 years.  They were not all roses and lollipops; but, they have been workable.  As we say around here:  "on to 65."

The wife's brother, who is not a spring chicken either, used FTD and sent some beautiful roses and a box of chocolate.  That was very nice.  My wife is infatuated with the roses.  Gorgeous big flowers.

I have been reading a series of books by Alan Hunter about a British detective named George Gently.  He wrote about 56 books.  All are easy reads with little to no hanky panky among the police staff.  Some stories dip into lust somewhat.   There is a BBC series based upon the books.  Colorful writings in my opinion.  Not necessarily great literature like War & Peace.  Still, I can read a few paragraphs, put the book down, and return without losing any sleep over it.

Ate out with daughters at Cracker Barrel.  Adequate.  Served it's purpose.  As we sat waiting, a rather tall, lumpy guy walked in.  He had a giant mop of blue hair and a big red ball on his nose.  His clothes were comical.  He sat at a table for two and waited.  Then she walked in.  Yes, Send in the clowns.  She had all sorts of make up, fantastic clothes, and giant shoes with bubbled toes.  They sat and ordered.  Eventually, two young ladies went over and had a conversation.  I bet they never get to eat in privacy.   In some ways you must envy these two who have the personalities to do this kind of thing.  I'm not sure I would ever be able to.  What about chu?

With that, I close.  Got to go fix my face for the day.  Everyone has to do a bit of decoration or work in order to remain on the "Most Beautiful" lists.

mtz