Just when Puppy's Pop and I have figured out how to save money; tightening up the house, more careful use of our vehicles, going out a bit less, cutting back on groceries, the prices have sky rocketed and we're not saving. It's costing us more to do less. What the heck. Is this inflation? I certainly don't like it. We get no interest to speak of in bank accounts; there are, of course, no wage increases, only increases in our insurances. Somehow I don't think that there is an end in sight. And the politicians want more taxes so they can be the arbiters of who gets our money. Something dreadfully wrong here. Don't know what the solution is but I dare say we've got to kick out the lot of grubby, grubbing pols and just say no more taxes. Get the government out of our pockets and we may survive to eat some tiny bites of cake. Although it may be too late. The cake has been divided up and there are no crumbs left. May have to start from scratch. Tough going ahead.
Went for a walk up the street and was so dismayed. Someone had already stolen my pussy willows and none too gently at that. The poor bushes are all torn up, nary a pussy to be found clinging to a beaten branch. How sad. They won't be back next year if none are left to survive the terrible onslaught. I am stricken. I always left some so they could brighten our Spring days. Butchering is not nice. What a sad note.
So I'll end with a good visit to Preston yesterday where younger brother's wife and I shared coffee and played cards. It's always nice and comfortable at their home. Brother was out working in a friend's vineyards getting ready for the new season. His own vines are doing well.
Quote: Nature is an Aeolian harp, a musical instrument, whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us. __Novalis
Went for a walk up the street and was so dismayed. Someone had already stolen my pussy willows and none too gently at that. The poor bushes are all torn up, nary a pussy to be found clinging to a beaten branch. How sad. They won't be back next year if none are left to survive the terrible onslaught. I am stricken. I always left some so they could brighten our Spring days. Butchering is not nice. What a sad note.
So I'll end with a good visit to Preston yesterday where younger brother's wife and I shared coffee and played cards. It's always nice and comfortable at their home. Brother was out working in a friend's vineyards getting ready for the new season. His own vines are doing well.
Quote: Nature is an Aeolian harp, a musical instrument, whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us. __Novalis
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