A couple days ago it was the Mystery of the Tandy Bamboo Teepee. And now the Tandy Bottle Hanging Mystery.
A week ago I was having trouble getting warm, suffering through blizzards with sub-zero wind chills.
A week later I'm getting too HOT hiking which forced shirt removal.
And this morning I had my first real swim of the new year. I was in the water for over a half hour. It felt good. I think it was the loss of swimming that caused my gain of weight.
My current temperature reading is 82, with the Heat Index making it feel like 83. I think I like the Heat Index better than the Wind Chill.
I have not turned on the A/C. But I do have my ceiling fan spinning above me.
Denise finally checked her gmail, so we can quit worrying about not hearing from Denise. Now Denise must complete her undercover assignment.
I learned yesterday that a person I frequently mention on this blog, but who I won't mention right now, by name, got her license yesterday. License to pack heat. Now armed with a six-shooter. Which is why I don't want to raise her ire by saying who it is who is now armed and dangerous.
I will say it is not the Wild Woman of Woolley, Betty Jo Bouvier. Betty Jo is well over 2 thousand miles away, so really can do no harm to me with bullets. Same with Carlotta Del Rio. Carlotta is closer than Betty Jo, but not close enough to be dangerous.
I just heard from Carlotta Del Rio. Telling me how beautiful Washington is being today, with Mount Baker making an appearance, after being shrouded in clouds for awhile.
I can't remember the last time I saw a mountain.
For a while now, bottles were impaled on limbs as a subtle and symbolic message that THNA is sending to those who leave them there. Apparently, these messages are too subtle for their intended recipients, so the Hills have resorted to a less subtle message, clear even if they aren't capable of making a noose out of red ribbon.
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