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Eeeewwwwwwww ... you let Drew rub off on you? ... What? Oh, you mean he influenced your thoughts .... I repeat ... Eeeeeeewwwwwwwww.

Hi Gary. Thank you. I'll show this to her when she gets up this morning. Blue is her favorite color and she loves pink flowers.

Hi Page. Thank you, I'll tell her. Thank you Albert. I will tell her this morning.

Mum arrived safely last evening. It's good to have her with me. She'll turn 88 tomorrow.

It can. The oils can become rancid and develop a strange taste. If yours didn't taste off it was still okay.

They drove me absolutely crazy when I went down stairs. I eventually went back to single focus lenses for distance and simply take my glasses off to read.

He can't reach higher ...

Gday y'all. I am recovering from a migraine that kept me in bed the better part of the last 36 hours. Not the best timing as I have things to do to prepare for Mum's arrival tomorrow evening. C'est la vie. Fortunately, I seem to be over the worst of the effects of my last infusion. I just need my bp to return to normal. I see the nephrologist next week. We'll see what he has to say. Blessed be one and all.

Feel better. Maybe cut back on the drilling documentaries.

He simply always tells the Drewth.

Mum is arriving Thursday evening 😁

It was wet, windy and chilly, 60/15°, so we did a remarkable business in woolen cloaks. Yeah, yeah how nice, it was pleasantly autumnal for the equinox. Darn Canadians keeping all the nice weather for themselves. This rain is a good thing as we've been quite dry lately. I just wish it would stop raining on the weekends. This is the third weekend that it rained on at least one of the days.

Yeah, because I'm expecting him at mine. It's gonna be a cold, dreary, wet day at Faire. Heck, the whole weekend is likely to be less than pleasant as Ophelia has come a callin'. Blessed be y'all.

I've read several of these stories and not a one was a disappointment. There are authors included here that I've read, just not the story chosen for the list. Others will be new to me. These lists provide me with an introduction of sorts.

Six weeks isn't very long depending on what he decides. Some of the costumes now look like came out special effects. I think the year I was about Max's age I wore a black turtle neck, black dancer's tights (do not ask where in 1970, an 11 yearold boy in small town USA got dancer's tights that fit), a black full bag hood (covered my whole head) so I was covered head to toe in black. You couldn't see my face. To finish the look I covered it with an international orange rain ponch with the hood up of course. I looked like an orange spectre floating along the street. As long as I kept my mouth shut no one knew who I was. We only trick or treated on our one block street. There where ~80 kids in the appropriate age group. Add in the teens and there were 100 of us kids. It was also a narrow well traveled street because it was a quick short cut between two larger streets. As a safety precaution the parents got together and made a rule that the kids on the north side stayed in their side and played with the kids there and those if us on the south stayed put and played there. We did manage to event a couple of "games" we could play together with crossing. They'd make absolutely no sense if tried explaing. So lucky you, I shan't. The only times we crossed over was to get to an open space that was part of the cemetery belonging to the nearby church. It was where we played baseball, etc., there were no graves in the ball field, and went sledding in the winter, there at the top of the hill start we were just among a few tombstones. I don't think those in the ground beneath were too much disturbed by our childish laughter and play. That hill was on of two prime sledding hills in town. Kids came from all around to sled. We sled all day have our dinner and go out again to sled under the stars until forced inside for baths and bed. The other "legal" time for crossing was Halloween. Ohhh! What was meant as a quick reply became a rambling reminiscence. Thank you Page for the chance to remember, the are a few others here that will know a gift that can be. Blessed be my brothers and sisters.

Greetings Albert. You know how sometimes in life you take one step and the next thing you it seems you gone steps back? Well today was abit like that. My bp readings yesterday were excellent. Today they were higher, not as much as previously but not where they should be. I'm also experiencing more aching around major joints, hips, knees, etc. Likely connective tissue stress by the cramping make known their complaints now that most of the spasms and cramps have stopped. So not not quite two steps back but not where I was yesterday. I do very much appreciate your asking. Thank you. Hello to Steve.

It's time to wash the demon smut off your face.

It was all good and then you messed it up with the Thousand Island. I know, I know it's made with things that go on burgers, things I like. I just don't like Thousand Island.

Oh yeah. We tried speaking sternly too ...

No. You arrived here a biter and we all thought "Oh, how cute the puppy's a biter". Than we realized those little teeth were sharp. We tried a muzzle, you giggled. We tried rapping you on the nose, you giggled even more. A swat on your dorkable little butt just got giggles plus wiggles. The collar and leash made you moan ... We gave up because some puppies are just incorrigible.

I've seen clips from some of those on YouTube. Wow. Those guys are not nice.

It's chilly, dreary and damp. I'm gonna curl up under my comforter and take nap.

Who said anything about ants? I was thinking more along the lines of those less than nice BL characters he threatens you with.

I'll read the entire tale soon. Your stories deserve a focused and appreciative reader and I'm there at the moment. I tried earlier. I recognized your standard of quality but my heart wasn't "hearing" beyond the words and I had to stop. It's much like when my muse went to sleep. This too shall pass, or I'll it with stick.