RDP Friday: DIRECTIONAL It's the "clicker" in the car when you need to make a turn. If you don't turn it on, you get a ticket. If you do, everyone crowds you in to prevent you from doing anything. I swear there are a million drivers out there who see things like directionals as a … Continue reading DIRECTIONAL – Marilyn Armstrong
It seems that the more I try and discuss the eating all the food situation with the squirrels, the more squirrels show up. It used to be one at a time. Not the same squirrel each time, but it was a definite group. I could tell by the scars in their fur and the shape … Continue reading SOMETIMES, THE SQUIRRELS LET THE BIRDS EAT SOMETHING – Marilyn Armstrong
I’m not one of those people who romanticizes the "old days," but there are some truths worth remembering and revisiting. I grew up in a different world. Play meant imagination. Physical activity. Jump rope, hide and seek, tag, Stickball because no one owned a real bat. Stoop ball, jacks. Building a “fort” or climbing a … Continue reading YEARS OF BRASS, YEARS OF GOLD – Marilyn Armstrong
I took most of the pictures. Marilyn was off-duty this time. There are a lot more, but this is a little taste of our weekend with Tom and Ellen. We didn't go out because the sea was a bit high, but we had a fine time just hanging out in the marina.