I am turning into the weather girl, giving you the report. It is one thing I have to know so I can decide to go to the Balcony. Was surprise that it was not raining. It has a little, but some more will come. I took the chance to sit for a while before it rains again. So no one else took the chance to walk. It really was refreshing at 68. A gaggle of geese flew over and lake ducks were swimming. Coffee good and hot. I kept thinking it was Saturday. My the days run together. It is Friday. Shall I have my catfish baked or fried? I ponder. SCV kitchen makes the best fried!! But oh, it is not worth the discomfort it sometimes causes me. I need to write a poem for the VILLAGER. Have a couple of ideas-they just wont come together. I may have to think some more. It is surprising how it finally comes out. Do REAL poets do this or is it the want-to-be poets, like me ,who have this problem?
BETTY BOOP (I wish I had named my cat Betty Boop.
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