Ffolkes,
The visit with my grandson yesterday went superbly, including the impromptu baseball game, which I managed without injury. It did, however, reinforce to me the sixty years between our ages, as I came home & collapsed, taking two naps, and falling out so early, no Pearl for today was even considered. Hence, a re-blog, to get us to tomorrow with some dignity. Well, as much as ever happens here. Enjoy, & I’ll see y’all tomorrow….
gigoid, the fatigued
Ffolkes,
I was warned, but I didn’t listen. Of course, I never believed it could actually happen, not to me….. Like every other fool in history, the admonition of my peers was lost on me, filled as I was to the brim with confidence, and pride in my skill. And, like every other fool in history, I failed, badly….. What is it about wet paint that makes men want to touch it, to find out if it is actually wet? What is it about a “Keep off the Grass” sign that makes our toes itch for the feel of the lawn? Why does a door that says, “No Admittance” make us want to see what is behind it?….. SIGH….. We’re all a bunch of little kids at heart, aren’t we?…. Just trying to find out what the world is made of, and getting told to watch our step…..
Hmm…. I’m…
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