It’s a Trap!
Yesterday, on a gray and chilly afternoon on a neighbor’s patio, we chaired the HOA’s annual general meeting. We were hoping we’d be fired, but no such luck.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Yesterday, on a gray and chilly afternoon on a neighbor’s patio, we chaired the HOA’s annual general meeting. We were hoping we’d be fired, but no such luck.
You Can’t Read That! is a periodic post about book banning, featuring news roundups, rants, and reviews.
Our niece Rebecca is home in Bellingham. We had a great visit.
Our niece Rebecca is visiting from Washington.
Hey, a fella can dream, can’t he?
I’m not throwing my hands up. Catch Covid and get it over with? Screw that. I’m going to continue to mask up in public and go out only when I have to. I’m going to avoid crowds, and no way in hell am I getting on an airliner.
It’s the fourth day after carpal tunnel surgery on my right hand. The wrapping’s off and my fingers, with exercise, are getting supple again, enough at least to type a short blog post.
Hey, it’s my first post of the new year. Who loves you, baby? Me, that’s who!