I’ve been a bit depressed these past few weeks, I rarely write when I feel like that and I know I’m not the only one who shares that proclivity - hide away from humans when the spiral down begins. Thanksgiving was a big ho-hum, I tire easily of non-stop talking. During the conversation at dinner time, there were just six of us, I secretly recorded ( Read more... )

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I just returned from the best walk. Past the trains, always stop to see the trains, then a quick chat with Wilma who was looking stunning in her bright pink top, pink lipstick, and a big ol’ pink ring. She looked good and I told her. And she mentioned she hadn’t seen me in awhile. That’s good news, she remembers me. Then on to the eye doctor who ( Read more... )

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Pseudo Neighbor has a tenant in his little Mother-in-Law place which is right next to my garage. She started complaining to PN about “that lady next door.” She told him my garage is infested with Black Widow Spiders. He was kind enough to have his pest control people spray a narrow strip of (my) land that separates her house and my garage ( Read more... )