So I went for a long walk with my dog, Oliver Twist. At 4 years of age, the ragamuffin has a lot more energy–and stamina–than Henry, the King Charles Cavalier who descends from royalty. Continue reading
Which is why I told Jill we rode 25 miles yesterday, not 30. That’s it, 25. I mean 28. Actually, I’m going to say it was 35 miles, round trip, more or less. Continue reading
During my recent trip to the Netherlands, I fell in love with this quaint, enchanting country. Everywhere I looked I felt surrounded by history, right down to the windmills, which are a national treasure. Continue reading
My arm is doing much better, thank you very much. Vastly improved, if I say so myself. There’s a smidge of pain when I extend the arm, but it’s so minor I barely feel it. And knowing that I’m on the mend–99.9% back to normal–makes me one happy camper! Continue reading
In case you’re wondering why I haven’t been writing, well let’s just say, I was invited over to someone’s house for dinner.
Yada, yada, yada, five minutes after arriving, without a stinking drink to blame, without an ounce of grace to my name, I fell. Flat on my face. Continue reading