Today I had my first appointment with the pain management center in Abingdon. That’s a post all by itself. Actually made it on time, early in fact. Then we did a few errands. By the time we got home, my back was killing me, so not a lot for leftovers today. Sorry.
“We are engaged in the search for progression. A story. But some lives do not make a coherent story, all they do is make a sound.” ~ Etel Adnan, from Paris, When It’s Naked
Friday afternoon, partly cloudy, 79 degrees.
So when the goats tried to destroy my laptop, they also killed my mouse. It’s always interesting here.
I’ve been on a British history binge lately, watching documentaries about the War of the Roses, the Plantagenets, Henry VII and VIII, and the time of Stonehenge. I already know a lot of this, but it’s a nice distraction. Whenever I watch things like this, it makes me regret not going into archaeology. I really, really enjoy learning about civilizations, and I think that I would have enjoyed the field.
Since the cable is out, I’ve been binge watching the show The Americans on Amazon Prime. I’m really enjoying it. I had always wanted to watch it, but it was one of those shows that requires dedicated watching so that you don’t miss anything, and at the time, I already had too many shows on my plate. I’m currently on season 5; season 6 is the last season, so I’ll have to find something else to watch after. I tend to watch a lot of TV whenever Corey is gone, just the animals and me . . .
Here’s today collection. Enjoy.
More later Peace.
I miss being near this:
What a great thing:
This whole thing is truly hilarious—it’s a military base; they have guns, bombs, you know, things to keep people out. It was a joke, people:
Nothing Tesla did surprises me any more:
No happily ever after here:
Dumpster obviously never watched Mr. Rogers. It explains a lot:
Apologies in advance to those who are about to be embroiled in a major heat wave. I feel for you. I really do.
I woke up very early scratching bites on my arms and legs. It’s too bad there’s no spot treatment for humans that lasts for 30 days like the ones we use on the dogs. So I took a Benadryl, rubbed some tea tree lotion on my limbs, and tried to go back to sleep, but the dogs woke up rambunctious, which meant fitful sleep with weird dreams.
In the one I had just before I got out of bed, Alexis had gotten in trouble on the bus, and a teacher wrote a four-page report on the event. The only problem was that the writing was so bad that it made no sense. I was appalled, especially because this teacher was so proud of it. I know. I’m critical even in my dreams. By the way, did you know that Filipinos believe that if you dream about poop, (which I did), it means that you’re going to get money? Oh, if only . . .
Enjoy today’s collection. More later. Peace.
Bittersweet . . .
This made me laugh way too much:
The fluffy comedian:
Never thought of this:
I’m in that kind of mood today:
But no one asked me if I wanted the new version . . .