A couple of hours ago, my phone rang. A nearby neighbour had received a piece of my mail and was kind enough to contact me to come pick it up. He lives a few doors over, so I walked over and picked it up. My new friend Rick has been living around here for many years, but I do not recall ever having seen them before. He and his wife keep a low profile.
We chatted for about 15 minutes about things we liked and things we did not like. We discussed the Paula Gallant murder. We are all at the point where we can say what we were doing that night in 2005, even if we cannot contribute anything that would be useful to the police. Like I have stated here before: I refuse to engage in rumour and innuendo about the Paula Gallant murder. This blog is not the place for it. Let the police handle these rumours and investigate them.
Anyway, it is not pleasant to have one's mail misdirected. It is happening more and more lately. But, this time at least, there was a happy ending. I got my mail (a tax receipt!), and I met a nice person.
Not a bad evening over all.
Cloris Leachman was not voted off Dancing with the Stars this evening. Senile old crone.
Cloris Leachman, Cloris Leachman, that's all we ever hear from you. I think you secretly like her.
I am drawn to older women. She really does it for me.
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