I haven’t been blogging much, because there hasn’t been a lot going on. The newest heat wave has kept things pretty quiet. Even the Fourth didn’t bring any disasters — at least for us, though there were the usual injuries and fires around town.
Today, though, I woke up and realized that Billy and I have been married forty-five years. We don’t take a lot of notice of birthdays, anniversaries, or holidays, as a rule. We don’t need or want to exchange gifts or do much in the way of celebration. This morning I said, “Do you realize we’ve been married forty-five years today?” And he said, “I thought it was a three-year contract!”
Too late, Billy!
I did get a couple of presents, though. I found this lovely daylily, a gift from Marion, had its first bloom.
And Peaches gave me her bone.
She was quite crushed when I didn’t want it . . .
. . . even though I’d given it to her ten minutes before.
Anyway, the heat wave is over for now, so I expect to be getting out more and finding some newsworthy subjects. It’s only supposed to be in the mid- to high- nineties!