To Each His/Her Own

Last evening was open forum discussion night.
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Bed time came too soon.

After breakfast this morning, I had to rush off to the dentist’s office.  I must be transforming into royalty, because they put another gold crown on in my head.

When I returned home, Sharkey was on her laptop computer writing for her newspaper column.  Sylvia was reading on her Nook.  Not to be left out, I came into the office and started surfing with my desktop computer.  We may not have smart phones, but we can get entangled with our electronic devices.

The gals have gone on a walk.  It’s a beautiful day for doing anything outdoors.  I even feel sorry for our neighbors who are stuck in Florida.  I’m sure we’ll arrange an appropriate Michigan-winter welcome home for them.  You may know that means icy winds and knee-deep snow, but not today.

If you read this Vanilla, we wish you were here and not there recovering from heart surgery.  You are present in our thoughts and prayers.  Special thanks to your BBBH (wife), who has been keeping us informed of your progress.

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About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

5 thoughts on “To Each His/Her Own

  1. Sounds like a delightful visit…minus the dentist part. Unfortunately, electronics beckon…but in moderation, that’s okay, I guess. Especially when everyone is playing along. They are a necessary evil, I guess.

    I’m glad you had the same nice weather we are having. I actually took a walk on my lunch half-hour today. Soooo nice to get outside in the sunshine and not freeze to death.

    • The dentist part was very easy. No shots. Just fine fitting on the crown and I was on my way back home.

      I don’t see evil in the electronics. Okay, when I see three or four people at a restaurant table each with face buried in a smart phone, I feel despair for where this culture is headed.

      The gals had a four-mile walk and got to see some newly birthed lambs at the neighbor’s farm.

      We were talking about you today. Did your ears burn? We only said good things.

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