57 years. That’s 20,805 days that we’ve been able to say goodnight and stay together, wake up together; what we could only imagine for the thousand days before.
Judy feeds her
She bathes her. She brushes her, talks to her, cuddles her, takes her for walks, and gives her treats. Yet, for no apparent reason, she’s a daddy’s girl. Wherever I go, she wants to go too. Whenever I stop moving, she’s right there.
My workstation
I get to set it up however suits the day.
Another day in the neighborhood.
Leftovers for lunch
Leftovers from home. Ribs and wings. We got a good enough cooler it will hold ice for most of a week.
It’s not very big, but we can bring a little cold food. And salad kits to go with dinner.
Roughing it smoothly.
Not only do we get morning coffee
Even with our minimalist cooking, we get breakfast! Today’s delight, biscuits and gravy.
Tomorrow, a sausage, eggs, and potato breakfast skillet with peppers and onions!
This is what allows the magic to happen, our little electric teapot.
Clink!