A Rainy Weekend

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, a James Bond video, a Whitman’s Sampler, and thee.

Like two bushy tailed squirrels in their nest, Ginny & I curled up in our nest for the whole rainy weekend talking, cuddling, reading, napping, cheering James Bond, and sampling chocolates. Heavenly.

Eve called saying she and Patricia had a blast at Antiques Roadshow.in Tampa. Turns out the appraiser determined that the most valuable thing we own is the old bowl we use to feed the raccoons. At auction, if the right collectors are present, it might bring between $30 and $50. I hope the coons appreciate that bit of refinement.

Donald skipped the Antiques Roadshow trip with his sisters. Instead, he drove north to meet f2f (that’s geek jargon for a live, in person meeting) with the “black-belt in belly dancing” girl.

At least I hope it’s a real girl, you never know when talking with a person online.

I think he (and she) took prudent precautions for their f2f: you know, first meeting in a public place, letting someone knowing where you are going and when to expect you back, etc.

When I began on the web Donald, himself, taught me a saying about internet security:

The World Wide Web,
Where the men are men,
And the women are men,
And the children are FBI agents!

Actually, I’m teasing. He’s proudly shown the family photos of her and (if the photos are not really those of some Hollywood starlet) she’s really a beautiful young woman and from everything he says about her, she’s charming, gracious and intelligent. A real prize. I wish them both joy.

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