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Hi,

Hot and hazy drives me crazy.  That’s the rhyme for today.  The weather sites either underestimate or exaggerate in their forecasts.  In the end, the little rhyme covers it (555).

The ‘Easy Monday’ song has had many cover recordings.  Any one you pick will be fine.  I took the lyrics from a male singer who had an early hit with this song.  “You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am, I’ll come running to see you again.  Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call and I’ll be there, yeah, yeah, __ __ __ __.”  Clue:  Everybody needs one.

In the past, we have had birds collide with our big windows upstairs, mistaking the reflection for the actual sky.  They are usually stunned and then fly away.  Yesterday two birds hit the dining room window and didn’t make it.  We had Gong clean up the mess.  When it happened there was a loud ‘boom’.  This morning we heard that sound again but didn’t see the bird when we went downstairs.  Gong had taken the pigeon out of it’s misery and his mother had plucked the feathers.  It was going to be breakfast.  Life in the ‘Village’ is certainly different.

As of yesterday, I’m following doctor’s instructions for bronchitis.  Coughing is not a friend of the healing abdominal muscles and it seemed to be getting more frequent so we went to our local hospital and saw a doctor.  One look at my throat and she knew what it was.  Antibiotics, cough medicine, cough suppressant are helping tone things down but it doesn’t help the energy level.  Maybe tomorrow will be better.  For someone who doesn’t like to be sick, this is the pits.

The kids took to the pool this afternoon.  Unfortunately, Champoo and Gop went in before Gong got home from work.  We had to set some ground rules for the use of the pool.  Welcome to new territory once again.  

Today’s photo was taken at The Wanderer.  This was part of the scene walking in and I had to whip out my phone and catch the beauty.

Have a Happy Tuesday.

                  Peace,

                            Danny

“Nothing is permanent in this world,

not even your troubles.”

~Charlie Chaplin