If you tip over your pressure washer, it’s not going to work, folks.

Iron grates to keep people off and out, I suppose.

A gray day inside.

A team effort on the traditional Grandma Johnson Christmas Cake – I did the dough, the Mrs. did the rolling with much more folding, giving us a much flakier cake.

Mmmmmm ….

Last run to the supermarket before the holidays, momentary flashbacks to the 1970s for me.

Out in the back woods are a bunch of old railroad ties, not sure if this was to connect them together or to deal with a split.

I’ll admit, I didn’t rent enough movies here. Selection was fine, prices were great. Lifestyle changes kept me out of here.