Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Hot here, cool painting...
Happy to report the Punkin finally got his spring haircut. He is a fraction of his usual self, very neat and splendid. I fretted over this little thing while he was out in the van in the driveway. He got an excellent in deportment, my little guy, and Dierdre is happy to add him to her long list of happy little canines. And there is a raft of them. I told her that must bee because she is good at what she does. It is such a blessing to be good at what one does. Happiness is a fluffy duck, and a sweetly shorn puppy.