March 21, 2016
The sun was to the highest degree, seriously, significantly in position, highly polished it seemed, in the sky. Out doing itself, fiercely and brilliantly. I have to declare and might add, the ultra valiant index was shooting up the scale to 3! A agreeable day to walk doggie dog dog, that would be the lovely Lucy Patricia, aged Golden of some repute, whose hips clicked along like a train on a track. Twofold, we were out in the sunshine, once in the morning, and then again around tea time. In truth, (which can stretch like moi before boot camp) departing, it would come to pass in two different directions, the first in one way, then, later in the day, set out in another down by the chocolate river. It too capable of multi directions as it is a tidal tributary. The silt from it never ending sorties giving it is brown colour.
There we were going in two direction, but not at the same time, as I usually endeavor to attempt, and mostly in a straight line, to then, in computations and permutations, specify, tell you my dear and gentle readers about. Later after the book club meeting, which is not a book club at all, but short stories, of tall tails, (Lucy is so proud) a genre I am becoming familiar with as I am attending with great regularity
This I have to say is a very grown up affair. With opines like the wind whistling and winging themselves thru the air. I have made the grand switch from red whine to white, so as to be able to get up and report on my affairs (not that kind, regrettably) with great gusto. The red taking the wind from my sails for too long. Subsequent to wind and whistling, there is tea, and desserts of homemade variety which too is dug into with fervor and possibly passion.
The blizzard was behind schedule. We noted the clear sky, and Saturn next to the moon on the walk around yet another block the night before and tucked ourselves in. We awoke like a child on Christmas for the storm day ahead. Stay tuned for the continuing adventures, of the bed and breakfast. “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien & Moi