Looking for Puppy's Pop and there he is out playing horseshoes with a Diet Pepsi within reach, 41 degrees and pretty windy. He's so desperate to be outside he even went flying at the Yankee Flyers' airfield yesterday while I was in East Granby. Younger sister and I had a good sunny day for our little trip to Southwick, MA. We went to eat some sweets after our very good pepper and egg grinder in East Granby. I was amazed at all of the snow they still have on the ground. I was complaining so much about Moosup but they really got clobbered. The fields are still covered in at least 6 inches of the dirty, white stuff. Ugh. Can't wait for Spring to really get here so R and I can go back to Granville, MA to get the homemade ice cream and visit the farm animals. Wondering if the donkey will be back from his stud duties at UMASS?
Watched UCONN women clean up the Big East Conference yesterday and getting ready to watch the men beat Georgetown at noon. Quarter finals? Not sure, but I hope they find a way to win. Calhoun drives me crazy because he isn't using Niels Giffey the way I'd like. How about that for a no nothing trying her hand at coaching? I just want them to win and I don't really care how. I'm not fussy if they can pull it off. If not, I blame the coach!
Will leave after the game for Groton. Grampa will be making haddock for supper. That's cool.
Quote: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, by the winds which tell of the violet's birth. ___Mrs. Hemans
Watched UCONN women clean up the Big East Conference yesterday and getting ready to watch the men beat Georgetown at noon. Quarter finals? Not sure, but I hope they find a way to win. Calhoun drives me crazy because he isn't using Niels Giffey the way I'd like. How about that for a no nothing trying her hand at coaching? I just want them to win and I don't really care how. I'm not fussy if they can pull it off. If not, I blame the coach!
Will leave after the game for Groton. Grampa will be making haddock for supper. That's cool.
Quote: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, by the winds which tell of the violet's birth. ___Mrs. Hemans
No comments:
Post a Comment