What more can I say? Dinner
What more can I say? What more can I say? A few weeks ago.
We paid less than $3 per gallon for gasoline. Go figure.
February
The mockingbird in the tree outside our door has found his voice after a quiet winter.
The ground is getting some color.
The Huisache trees are in full bloom.
The sandhill cranes are circling in search of thermals.
I don’t think it’s time for the cranes to migrate north yet. Maybe it just feels good to soar.
The ground is getting some color.
The Huisache trees are in full bloom.
The sandhill cranes are circling in search of thermals.
I don’t think it’s time for the cranes to migrate north yet. Maybe it just feels good to soar.
Grandson Alex
You remember Alex, the 8 year-old. He got to go to a gymnastics meet at the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs.
Those must be regulation height rings. How did they even get him up that high? Did they throw him up there? He did well, and the team got 3rd place out of 32 teams!
Those must be regulation height rings. How did they even get him up that high? Did they throw him up there? He did well, and the team got 3rd place out of 32 teams! Mardi Gras
Has come and gone. Fat Tuesday, there was a parade. There were decorated golf carts, decorated people, bicycles, baton twirlers, a Grand Marshal, cheering spectators, and beads. The guy at the end might have had a broom and a shovel. But that’s all over now. Today there was a parade for the Olympics. (We celebrate the Olympics *every* year.) There were decorated golf carts, decorated people, bicycles, baton twirlers, a Grand Marshal, and cheering spectators. The guy at the end might have had a broom and a shovel. Life at Sandpipers.