At least we think it’s a dog bone. Doug pulled this out of the ground the other day while doing some yard work. I’m thinking it’s from a domestic dog…perhaps a pet.
A package arrived in the mail today, addressed to me, from Laughing Moon Chocolates in Vermont. “Weird,” I thought, “I don’t recall ordering anything.” Opened it up, and there’s this lovely little tray of chocolates from our friends who are spending a couple of months skiing. Thanks!
Aside from my 2 recent visits to get vaccinated, I haven’t been to Fenway Park in over 40 years. Barring another pandemic or other disaster, I suspect this will be the last time I set foot.
Ferrous hung out with me for the duration of a movie this afternoon, and then stuck around afterwards. I hated to disturb him but I needed to get up–cuz when you gotta go, you gotta go.
With their permission (and key) I popped by a friend’s house to pick up something. Haven’t been inside someone else’s house in over a year, so it was very strange; even stranger because no one was home. I wanted to hang out on the porch for a bit, but settled for just taking a photo of this chair.