Fifty-two. Wow. I remember when twenty-five seemed far away. A half century plus of existence, flown by... Know what I'm thinking of doing? Getting my commercial license to sell bait to bait shops. Then I gotta find out if there's a Master's License available. I'll keep you posted. Erratically.
No lecture today on patriotism. The amount of fireworks I saw tonight was heartening. Americans are back to being Americans. It's the 4th. We munch out and blow stuff up.
Hope it was good for all of you.
And I STILL can't get a stupid picture on this blog.
Everybody's dyin...lost my grandpa 40 years ago, my brother 24, my mother 3, both grandmothers about 7,8 years back, my Father and Basher, faithful hound pup in October of '05, along with a very nice aunt and my "Other Mother" while at my Dad's funeral and Miss Lanie, another friend, a few months before Dad died. Uncles are dropping like flies. I had a cousin with violet eyes. Diabetes got her. Tired of death. I have a pack of lovely young ladies called "Arnie's Angels" who refuse to allow me to age. Just as well. I might mature, and that would ruin me for blogging.
