It isn't every day you get to put jokes about trepanation on a blog. There are so many medical offices in our neighbourhood-the photo opportunities are endless.
There, he has it under control. It is a strange ball as it has spikes making it easier to kick and catch.
Mr. ETB can't kick a ball either. We're just not coordinated people when it comes to feet. Give me a video game, or table tennis and it is a different story. I threw shot-put in junior high. Running and kicking a ball? I mean, why?
After all that exercise for my body, I stopped at the library to give the brain a little work out. They were selling off last year's magazines for .10 cents. Now I can get caught up on half a year's worth of Art in America, and The Economist. Hardly pays to subscribe. Sadly, they never sell the copies of the Times Literary Supplement. Shhhh, don't tell Mr. ETB what he's getting for Christmas. If you get the print edition, the electronic back issues are available for just a bit more cost. We had, for several years a large box of back issues in the hall. When we moved from Boston, we gave them to our neighbour who I am sure is still working through them a dozen years later. TLS is the sort of reading your hoard, in the event of a long winter snowed-in, when you've grown tired of reading The Gulag Archipelago. Anyway, shhhh.
Absurdly unflattering grey wool walking shorts-Hand-Me-Ups .99cents
Silver belt-Von Maur-ages ago
Black v-neck-K Mart
Snowflake earrings-K Mart
Fragrance-Lentheric, Tweed (I cannot describe how much I am enjoying this perfume. It is even better than I remember it).
Some readers feel that my bird flipping is on the hostile side. Just to show it isn't, this one is especially for them.
Peace. And up yours.