My friend, Pam, and I were chatting Saturday about our latest diet. We’re always following some program in hopes of finding the miracle cure for mid-life weight gain. (Okay mid-life has come and gone but hope floats).
My girl friends from The Point celebrate each and every birthday, and revel in the fact that we are still alive after all these years.
We give each other totally useless, but wonderful things.
I announced in April that the only thing I wanted this year was a bag of cow manure for my garden.
I even told them they could get it at Fred’s for $2.50. That’s about 63 cents a piece. (Think that’s too much?)
The Torquays have found new life. We just won’t let them quit. If you haven’t heard them sing “Stand by Me” you’ve missed a beautiful experience. Miss Nell would be so proud. Remember her, guys?
The high school dance band that provided the sound track for our high school years reorganized for our 40th class reunion in 2005. They were so great we just keep calling them into action. Suddenly every class wanted them to perform.
Hey these guys are getting worn out. They perform for free and it’s not easy to haul around all that equipment.
A few crashers from the West Point High School Class of ‘65, horned in on the class reunion of the Class of 66 tonight. Crashing was tacky, but we went in style.
There are a few things in life that are worth the effort required for the benefits derived – true love and homegrown tomatoes.
Today I picked my first “tomatah” right off one of four vines which are planted in my front yard, tucked snuggly beside the old garden phlox.