Another birthday came and went. Birthday cakes aren’t large enough to hold the required number of candles.
The younger set is impatient to age, the older set wishes aging would slow down.
Visited with friends over a long weekend. Many enjoyable highlights. Scars from last year’s tragic fires were still present in Gatlinburg and Smoky Mountain NP.
Ridges covered with bare trees, stark skeletons of burned-out homes and cabins. Hilltops bulldozed over–some decided to rebuild, others took insurance settlements, and left.
Went deep undercover in Tennessee Vols country Saturday. No one was the wiser. Faithful fans cheered for positive yardage; fell silent during penalties in a very lackluster game with UMass.
The two mutts were glad to be released from incarceration at the kennel on our return. Their lockup due to their incompatibility with felines.
One morning in the restroom, I was startled when one of the male cats jumped from behind the shower curtain. The other, growled from concealment. Thankfully, the conflict didn’t escalate, while I was in a compromised position.
Max and Maggie would be disappointed to know, while they were kenneled, we were visiting with cats. It will remain a secret.