I promised the Alligator close up today.
Suppose to be stormy. . .just pretty clouds today, so far.
White puffy clouds. . .
Looking south. .
and north. . .
The Community had a sale today. . . Terri - our leader.
Crowd is lessening. . .Good Day.
Our Thursday evening social person, Carl, passed. You may remember
the clouds after he had passed. He was a painter.
His family had his brushes and tin he kept them in for sale.
I was lucky enough that they were still there when I arrived.
I am a painter too. I feel so Blessed.
Janet
We do not quit playing because we grow old, we grow old because we quit playing.-Oliver Wendell Holmes
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