These are what I came up with while waiting for a van ride. I guess they are just starters for a little chatty blog?
“Mint jelly” reads the note. No matter what the chef does, this man needs mint jelly with his lamb.
Here is how to visit a museum:
Pretend that you are a big old vaccum cleaner. Go through the galleries, taking everything in without judging---especially the stuff you don’t like.
After an hour or two, find a quiet place where you can sit down and NOT look at anything! Shake out that bag and peer at the contents. Pick out 3 that want to be visited again. Go back to them.
This spring’s bear cub has come back. No place like home. By now, though, he weighs 400-500 pounds. I’d planned to take a walk in our woods, but am not so sure this morning.
This one is on its way by e-mail to the parents of our 10 great grandchildren, who might, otherwise, grow up not knowing it.
Animal crackers and cocoa to drink
That is the finest of meals, I do think.
When I am grown and can do as I please,
I’m sure I shall always insist upon these.
Things are getting serious around here. No feeding the birds anymore. Why? The bear comes round and scarfs it all up.
When I finish painting for the day, I leave the studio door open when I leave so that the guys who put up the walls can see what’s going on.