Zoey's gone
Bridget arrived yesterday afternoon, in time for a trip to Target and one of Tom's roast beef, Yorkshire pudding dinners. Zoey celebrated by actually coming downstairs and doing a little exploring.
This morning, with the help of one pink pill and a spoonful of tunafish, Zoey was packed up and on her way. (Notice Bridget is wearing a hat. It's cold here. It's not sunny California.) The report from Bridget is that the little pink pill worked, for about half an hour. The rest of the trip, not so much...
In the basement, Tom's little green things keep growing. Those are 18-inch dowels that they are twining around now, and taller may be needed.
The miles are well marked on the C&O canal path. I wish I could say we started in Georgetown at the first mile
but we started just before mile 23. Out and back, probably close to 7 miles, and no more than a dozen other walkers. Of the few walkers we saw, a disproportionate number were carrying heavy binoculars or cameras with long, pretentious lenses.
My pocketsize little digital caught all the exciting action.
This morning, with the help of one pink pill and a spoonful of tunafish, Zoey was packed up and on her way. (Notice Bridget is wearing a hat. It's cold here. It's not sunny California.) The report from Bridget is that the little pink pill worked, for about half an hour. The rest of the trip, not so much...
In the basement, Tom's little green things keep growing. Those are 18-inch dowels that they are twining around now, and taller may be needed.
The miles are well marked on the C&O canal path. I wish I could say we started in Georgetown at the first mile
but we started just before mile 23. Out and back, probably close to 7 miles, and no more than a dozen other walkers. Of the few walkers we saw, a disproportionate number were carrying heavy binoculars or cameras with long, pretentious lenses.
My pocketsize little digital caught all the exciting action.
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