That scarf is divine,
Elaine!
RemainSilly, I love your rooster friend! Reminds me of the time in my life when I actually loved to be awoken by the roosters.
Gorgeous!
HA!
That is a definite possibility.
Sadly our city has run out of sand. And now we are covered with ice again. I spent part of the day chipping ice from stairs and walks. And cringing whenever I spotted an elderly dog walker mincing along on the ice. One of our neighbors died after falling on the ice and breaking his neck while walking his dog, so I take ice removal very seriously.
I also spent the day chasing my elderly basset hound, like the one in my avatar, across the ice pond that has spread across our backyard. He is lame in the hind quarters, so he would gallop across the ice, skid out, then howl bloody murder for me to come and lift him back on his feet. So I would slowly, carefully, toddle across the bumpy ice, hoist him onto his feet. Then he would gallop off and skid out again, howling again. So I would toddle across the ice again. Repeat, repeat.
I wear Birkenstocks outside. Usually with bare feet. This is reckless but I can't help it. I am a true Great White North hobbit. I also wear a large fur, heavily padded, Cossack-style hat to protect my head in case of falling.
