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Back to Work (Canine Ministry) Again. GREAT

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Friday 9th April ANCHIN PAVILION, SARASOTA   Sunday 11th April DISCOVERY AT SARASOTA BAY, BRADENTON Monday 12th April BRENTWOOD ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, SARASOTA Second visit; this time with the third grade classmates of Sophia   who was killed in a road accident as she drove her scooter to school.

TODAY

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  Today is  "Nothing Particularly Important Day"

'Tis a gift to be simple (Shaker Song)

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Simple lunch today. Baked Haddock with (store bought) Lemon Dill sauce. Carrots and Sugar Snap peas a bit undercooked, so that they were both hot and crunchy. GOOD  

My Ruby Red Week (no blood or plasters/bandages involved this time).

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Friday 9th April '21 I    finally staunched the flow of  ruby red blood on my left hand.  But this was not to be the end. I settled down to sip on a glass of red wine in the early evening.  The universe had other things in mind. I knocked the stem glass of wine, and created a sea of ruby red wine. I hadn't even sniffed it, let alone taking a sip.  (I managed to grab the wine glass before it fell to the floor). Oh what a mess. Zion wanted to lick it up, and started to do so until I uttered a firm "NO". They say that there is no point in crying over split milk;   but wine is another matter! Two wet-moppings later it's all gone; without the use of a bandage/plaster! (The tiled floor needed cleaning in any case). But I cannot stop wondering about myself!  I don't do well with stemmed glasses.  My friend Ashley says that I should drink wine from a coffee cup  "No one will see" she said. What? "But I will" I replied. Maybe I should drink white w

Not a Major Wound.... but

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  On my way into my home today after shopping at Trader Joe's I stupidly carried two paper sacks of food at the same time, The stupid bit was carrying two bags (one under each arm); as a result of which I was careless, and allowed my porch door to swing back and hit the back of my hand. What a mess on this thin skinned part of the body. What a mess.  Blood all over the place as I came into my home. Then my frustration was exacerbated.   "Why oh why" I ask, must they pack bandages/band aids/plasters in packets which are as secure as the gold at Fort Knox. Don't the manufacturers understand that when you need a bandage/band aid/plaster,  you need it NOW,  not ten minutes after the wound occurred.  Ah well.  This is my grump of the day! And I need no sympathy for the bloody mess on the back of my left hand. 'Twould have been avoided had I not been in such a hurry for an activity which needed no hurry! 

The name of the sweet smell of the earth after after rain "Petrichor"

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You know the sweet smell, but did you know that it had a name .  My Facebook friend  Julianne T. writes this: On certain early-spring days there's a smell in the air, similar to the delightfully-named "petrichor" (the sweet smell after a rainstorm), that seems to be nature saying, "The best is yet to come!" Here is what Wikipedia has to say about petrichor. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petrichor I replied to Julianne and added that though strictly speaking it is not petrichor, I so much miss the scent of Lilacs after rain, they cannot  grow in this part of Florida .  BOO!

Nothing Heavy For a Change. Simply Some Silliness via my Brother Dave P

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