Hope

Every time I get to feeling depressed about young people and worrying about what the world will be like a few years from now, something pops into my life that gives me hope that all will be fine.

Case in point.  My beautiful granddaughter, Cassidy visited yesterday and she filled me in on a recent trip to the Baltimore Zoo to see a dinosaur exhibit.

She told me all about what dinosaurs ate;  

Herbivores - eat plants

Carnivores - eat meat 

Omnivores - eat both plants and meat 

She had this information exactly right and with the correct accent.

(She is at Kindergarten Level at school.  At that age, I was lucky to be able to tie my shoes.)

But I already knew she was smart when, at an earlier time, she taught me that a stalactite drips from the ceiling. 

Binge!

A NETFLIX presentation has my interest and I am continuously (binge?) watching it.  The title is "Better Call Saul."  It's about a well-meaning lawyer who makes a lot of sleazy mistakes.

The show is filled with plots and sub-plots galore - just the way I like it.

Cat Revenge?

SuZee must have taken offence at something we did or said last night.  She knocked Elaine's Sewing Container on the floor, and I found her sitting in the middle of a pile of needles and spools of thread and other sewing stuff.  She looked up at me with a smile on her face as if to say, "Look what I've done!"

She accompanied this latest accomplishment with a massive regurgitation on the rug.

Mini-hurricane?

Sometime soon we will get a deluge of water poured on our house.  Some company is coming to power wash our whole house.

Over the years, acid rain from West Virginis has been coating everything with a thin coating of dirt.  Try as I might, I have been unsuccessful at getting this removed.  I'm hoping the power washers will be able to.

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