You are looking out my computer room window on the day before the Ides of June, the second Monday of the month.Half of June is almost gone. Time is accelerating. I would prefer that time would slow down and stop with the speeding.
I decided to give my decrepit, rapidly aging sore body a rest today and stay out of the pool and off of any hiking hills.
I do not know if this resolve will last the morning.
I had a semi-pleasant Sunday evening over at Miss Puerto Rico's. Until the police were called.
We were sitting out on Miss PR's balcony, enjoying the balmy breeze, when a pickup stopped on the road beneath us. Then 3 guys got out and started climbing up a tree. Then one of them lifted up a section of the wrought iron security fence.
By the time the police arrived we realized what the 3 guys were doing. They were picking fruit. Sad little sour excuses for plums. Apparently locals turn this sour fruit into jam. The police told the 3 guys to get out of the tree and be on their way. Which they proceeded to do, after putting the fence back together.
I think I'll go over to Miss Puerto Rico's today and pick me some plums and see if I can turn them into jam. How hard can that be?
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