In Limbo...

If you've gotten to my post "News Flash, Newshound" from September 27 you already know that I don't really do anything. Not any REAL work anyway in spite of the work that I might have previously pictured here in my blog on August 15 "A day in the life of...". I learned via the New York Times that I it was all a figment of my very vivid imagination, that in fact I am just sitting around waiting for my hefty pension to come in (at retirement) and that I, like Jed Clampett can then load up my truck and move to Beverly "-- Hills that is, swimmin' pools, movie stars."

That's Mrs. Bitch to you!

There are certain places where this sign is apropos to both sexes-- Key West is one of those places. So when the owner of the house peered out from the porch I wasn't surprised to see it was a man. I was disappointed however to hear him say, "It's not my sign." Oh well, it's still a great sign!  

Pilaf the Polar Bear

"I am not afraid to tell you that I have a wonderful life" Pilaf proclaimed proudly to the passersby on the deck just before he plunged into the pillowy depths at his paws.

He ignored the oohs and ahhs, the chortles, chuckles, cackles and cat-calls
and swam with sum abandon

Lost word

It is our habit, my love and I, to occasion the boscaresque foothills that lie but a half dollar's time from our front door. Armed with camera and a water bottle, we while away a Sunday afternoon occasionally meeting a fellow walker or cyclist* but otherwise the time is passed in pleasant conversation and awed appreciation for nature's kindnesses.

*urgh
Lost word: Boscaresque: adj.   t: 1734   
         m: picturesque; scenically wooded.