Yesterday was a bit of a busy time. I had a doctor’s appointment with the dermatologist. He wanted a look at my right hand arm where he had frozen a couple of nasty spots a month ago -- pre-cancerous, he told me. Healed so cleanly, they were barely visible.
Then Pepper got into the act. We took her to the vet for a pedicure and a permanent -- uh, scratch that last one -- she had her wings clipped.
And then a few more errands, bank, post office, and -”We need more bagels,” said Cliff, and finally home where I collapsed on the bed for a snooze.
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As often happens, I found this photo of Amalie and me when I was looking for something else. This had to be taken about 6 or 7 years ago, at a time when I could stand up straight. It couldn't have been too long ago because I still have that red coat.
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Speaking of photos, this is one of my favorite ones of Amalie. This is the kind of look one would get if one said something ridiculous or outrageous, and the look would say, “You really don't believe that!”
Humor --
~ “Remember in elementary school, you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file line from smallest to tallest. What is the logic in that? Do tall people burn slower?”
--Warren Hutcherson
~ “You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, 'My God, you're right! I never would've thought of that!'”
--Dave Barry
~ “Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer.”
W. C. Fields
Amalie was a peach. And she chose a good husband, too.
ReplyDeleteI bet her students saw that look once in a while :-}
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