In the lobby of the local art theater, how else to pass the time?

First one dog got sick, then the other dog got sick, then we covered the carpet with a big blue tarp.

We missed the small-town parade but made the cookout.

Evening sun hits the wall. Which needs a little dusting, I guess.

I’m trying to read these letters my father sent home from Vietnam, again. I tried two years ago and just … couldn’t. It’s still hard but, today, I needed to.

It’s been 33 years, still think of him daily. I used to have so many questions, things I still needed him to teach me. Maybe by now I’d have some things to offer back.

One of these is genuine, the others are reproductions.

The Mrs. planted some hibiscus out back and it has been blooming for weeks.