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| . . . since I've blogged. You bloggers know how you can just get out of the habit and for me I really don't miss it. The broken and dislocated elbow set me on the no-blogging-path. And while I was away some mysterious entity change how I am to blog. I DO NOT LIKE THIS. |
I can't even type at the top to tell you this post is all about
the letter P.
There, I said it but it's not where I want it.
P I G S
I do NOT have a thing for pigs.
99.9% of the pigs I see I don't like.
I do NOT collect pigs.
Yet, here are two pigs that now reside in my kitchen.
Piggie 2
above just got Christmas decorations put on his ears. Now that I see this, they are coming right off.
Piggie 1,
who got that name since it was the first one I bought, you may remember seeing him/her previously is also in the kitchen.
So there you have it.
This no-lover-of-pigs, non-collector now has 2 pigs.
Please, do not expect more or pass any along my way please. Thank you.
Continuing with the letter P theme.
Our pool is in full swing overhaul.
Hours of jack hammer sounds made me very popular in the neighborhood I'm sure.
The local grands and grown-ups are fascinated with it.
The only swimming going on now is THE SWIM, a goldie-oldie dance from the 60's.
That's all for now. When you dive in a pool remember to hold-your-breath...but don't hold your breath waiting for another post. I just don't know when the urge will hit me again.
I will also take this opportunity to wish you a most sincere
Merry Christmas
from sunny, blue-skied Arizona.
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