I had to do that shoveling yesterday to get the eaves trough in place.
That’s not a lake or pond. That’s a puddle in the co-op parking lot.
That’s not a lake or pond. That’s a puddle in the co-op parking lot.
And I have a few evening classes.
When people ask me how I’m doing, I say I’m surviving. I need to think of a more upbeat answer reflecting my faith. Maybe, I should say that despite my minor problems, I’m blessed.
We dropped off Jenny at the Airport. Ten hours later, she’s still on the page.