With our wedding guests departed and our return from the mini-moon, we’re just getting through the pile of photos to post a few
We’ve a narrow front yard making it easier than normal to spot unusual birds or wildlife in it. Imagine spotting a gloved Victor so far from his native habitat!
Geeks love Space. They love the idea of intergaltic alliances and floating toothpaste. They like it when doors slide open on command and inanimate objects follow them around and emote. By the way, astronauts are way hot!
As I see it, my first priority is to save money for next year’s longer bike trip. My second is to pry Victor from Boston. Luckily, I don’t live in Atlanta or Houston, making the job a bit easier.
No matter where Vic and I wander, if his mother knows in advance, she warns him “Watch for the Osos Grandes!” How she has become fixated on giant bears mauling her only boy, I do not know.
Imagine my surprise, when yesterday the police finally found and killed a bear two miles from my house.
You are a bolt prisoner of bici! You are the bolt more prisoner studliest of bici! What a hero! Oh my! Planes of fixation two, mending a tire and being able really to work after a stroll of 16 miles in the streets of Boston! Obtain behind, Cat! I am puts! I am puts!
