The dogs went with me to the woods; as usual, they found a "treasure": the jawbone of some long-dead cow. Probably old Betsy, who died of milk fever some ten or twelve years ago. Mandy brought it up to the yard, and will no doubt try and sneak it inside with her, next time she comes in.
I went back to the woods to try and decide between two spots for my getaway cabin. I laid on the ground at both places, and sat looking off across the river bottom. I think I've made my choice.
Actually, I went out with full intention of riding Blue for a short while; but the wind is so strong today, it blew away my desire to ride. So I walked instead.
Tuesday night, I asked my daughter if she needed a crockpot. Indeed, she did. Since I had three, I told her, she could have one of mine. Wednesday at work, we played Bingo to raise money for United Way, and I won..... another crockpot!!! So I'll still have three.
Cliff is still raving about the tangy pork chops I fixed the other day in the slow-cooker. I'll be making that again, for sure.
I did have a longer entry, but I hit "enter" and it all disappeared. So, what you see is what you get.