As I was uploading this file, something occurred to me. I hope the scales of justice take care of the San Francisco Bay oil spill. When I heard the news reports on how theheavy bunker oil is killing the wildlife, it just makes me sick. Well, so much for a humorous approach!
It’s harder walking the dog when it starts getting cold. I’m just thankful I don’t have to walk the fish either.
There was an old man who lived in a hat,
When it came to the ladies, he was all that.
Mother Goose isn’t mad at me, is she? Hold all my calls.
The leaves are starting to fall in Indiana. The bright colors are a swan song for the leaves. I saw a few screaming this morning. The poor things must be cold. I’m sure I saw them shaking as they fell.
Well, Halloween is over. I can’t dress like a clown anymore. At least, not on purpose. Oh well, there’s 364 more shopping days until the next time.