Taking pictures in my backyard and straightening up after a good rainstorm were morning activities after after the dog walk. Patsy biked over to see if I had received her email from two days ago. I had not. It was an invitation to dinner this evening. I accepted on the spot. They blew it out. Said it was a Groundhog Celebration Canadian style: Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, steamed turnips, steamed carrots, and Marilyn brought a mince pie with homemade mincemeat. It was all scrumptious. The only complication is yesterday's pot of pea soup was working its magic. I was under pressure. A smoke break provided some cover but shortly after eating the pie I knew I was in trouble. I left hastily and had a 400 yard walking-fart extravaganza.
Tony hollered out his door as I went past. He had been over four times-was going to give me a smoked chicken half but the van was parked, my bike was parked-I had walked over to Patsy and Joe's under my umbrella. Tony thought I was dead or dying in the RV. After initially being touched by his concern I really felt trespassed upon. I don't want a keeper, nor a nosy parker neighbor. But, I had more immediate concerns. I hope to be beyond this by tomorrow.
The book was finished last night. As tempting as it was to start the sequel, I did not. I get lost in them and saving some for more rainy days makes sense. Joe says they have been coming here for 12 years and have never experienced a season like this. Many of my plans to entertain, have movies, etc. have been waiting on decent weather. But I am not bitching-rain is not the same as snow and cold. I am having a good time, just not the time I expected.
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