I'm still alive.
I am terribly sorry I haven't written in the last couple of days. Sunday night, I turned in early. I am not sure why, to be honest with you. I got up relatively early on Sunday, and took a nap in the afternoon. Because naps and Sunday afternoons go together so very well.
Early Monday morning we drove to the Valley. It being the latter part of May, I knew the lawn would need to be mowed, and was I ever right! The little push mower, electric powered, that I got a few years ago from a guy on Kijiji, was barely able to handle the lawn. If the lawn were any larger, it would be overwhelmed. At any rate, with the lawn mower, it took me the better part of the morning. At one point, I stepped into a sink hole or something, and nearly broke my leg. That was fun! Remind me to fill in that hole, soon, will you?
After a few hours of fun at the house, we returned to the city, but not before grabbing a bite at Rosie's in Wolfville. It is one of our favourite pubs. We have never had a bad meal there. We got home around 6:15. After scratching Newbie behind the ears, we pretty much turned in for the evening.
Tonight, I drove home by myself because Patricia is out with the girls. They are seeing "Mamma Mia!" at Neptune Theatre. She texted me during the intermission, reporting that the singing was great, but otherwise the play was kinda ho-hum. Which is about the worst thing you can say about something that is supposed to be entertaining, when you think about it. I mean, if a movie or a play or a book, or a whatever, is boring, it has utterly failed in its goal, hasn't it? You can quibble about aspects of the thing you're supposed to be entertained by; but if at the end of the day, you're bored, then the thing failed you. So, it appears that "Mamma Mia!" at Neptune Theatre, has failed Patricia.
I have spent the last couple hours down here in my home office, working on the next missing persons case article for Frank. I have produced a rough draft, which I will work on some more on Wednesday evening.
I have agreed to pick up Patricia when the show is over. Another late night for us both.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies. I miss you all.