It was 97, a few days ago. Finally, some cool autumn mornings are on the way. Max, the wonder dog will be happy. Mosquitos and gnats will be gone somewhere else.
This morning, illuminated by flashlight, was a black plastic fork in the road. “When you come to a fork in the road–take it.” Thanks Yogi for the suggestion, but I’ll politely decline. It appeared to have crusted food on it.
Speaking of Yogi Berra, there’s a family connection. My first cousin, once removed, attended high school with Yogi. She grew up in the same neighborhood as Yogi, Joe Garagiola, and Harry Caray.
When it comes to some tech–I’m mentally challenged. My goal as I age is to simplify my life. Are there Cliff’s Notes or Tech for Dummies books out there? There’s an answer for everything on the internet–whether it’s right or not.
Just in time for Thanksgiving; canned pumpkin isn’t really pumpkin. What? Apparently, it is mostly butternut squash, because of the smoother texture. What’s wrong with texture in food? That’s why I like pears-because of their grainy texture.
I’ve uncluttered my mind for another day. It’s OK, I’ll just clutter it up again.