At Last

Stroupini and Kadizzle hoisted the sails and headed the good ship out to sea.  Perfect day for a sail and the racehorse galloped like a champ.  Everything performed.   God is in Heaven, Trump is in the White House, and life of the planet goes on.  The Kadizzles will blast off for Florida this week to see the two smallest pumpkins we have.  Evie is starting to talk up a storm and Sylvie is struggling with some digestive problems.  It will be great to see the two little ladies.  On the home front the yard is in full bloom.  Selling the boat and the house seems hopeless.  Not even sniffers to speak of.  Two sniffers on the house.  One good one, and the other just a tourist that wanted to see if we really did have underwear on our floor. 

The day is starting in full glory, but rain is in the forecast.  Kadizzle is contemplating mounting the motorcycle and buzzing clear to the lake on back roads.  The rain could put a kibosh to that plan.  Mrs. Kadizzle is still obsessed with her practice hiking.   She may put her 35 pound pack on her back and pound herself into the ground.

So life goes on.  Very slowly the fleet is getting launched.  A lot of turnaround in boat ownership this year.  One power boat fellow went to the big lake where the sun always shines and he will no longer be on the docks.  The Old Matilda is being refurbished, and it will be a big job. 

The yard sprayer guy just showed up and will spray our retirement account all over the yard.  Kadizzle can get free fertilizer down at the farm supply place, but the magical stuff is essential from the weed man.  Time for a second cup of coffee so that is all folks.