Max and I made a trip out to Speargrass to visit with the ladies last evening. There was a surprise birthday party in store…and finally I had opportunity to meet with the generous and fun-loving neighbours. This morning, Elma got down to work…got her hair up in curlers and then onto jigsaw puzzles and knitting. I had opportunity to walk down to visit 89 year old Gordan. It was wonderful to look at his many artifacts; maps, old photographs, scouting awards and books. After a bit of outdoor time, Max and I were set to return to the city. A nice getaway!
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. Isaac Asimov