I've just got to move along, get this blog out of the way and get on to other things. Yesterday, after I posted the series that ended with beautiful Molly, I took a decent walk, and then a fifteen-mile bike ride.
On the walk I saw Jessie James, peering at me through the sticks.
I saw that the ice had melted off the tiny pond the kids named "Little Lake" when they were little. Geese and ducks had stopped by to visit, perhaps to make goslings and ducklings.
Melanie and Charlie invited those of us who were not in Arizona over for an Easter dinner of salmon, halibut, salad and potato salad.
Oh, my goodness... was it good!
Poor Bear Meech. He wanted it but he couldn't have it.
Then we went to the play, Time Immemorial, written, directed and acted by Allison Warden and Jack Dalton.
Here is Allison and Jack, after the play.
I wish I had time to write more and to edit and post a few pics from the play, but I don't.
This morning, just before I woke up, I got a call from Niece Sujitha in Bangalore. She asked me what I was going to have for breakfast. Oatmeal, I told her. She wanted to see proof, just in case I changed my mind and went out to breakfast again.
So here it is: my oatmeal, with black berries, peaches, walnuts and milk.
Jim joined me, but didn't eat any.
Or maybe he just used my knee as a stepping stone, on his way to another place.