Life You could’ve been gettin’ down to this sick beat Shawshank, February 27, 2023 Awake! Good morning my little chickadees. It’s a gray Monday morning here in TinyTown. It’s warmer, but it’s windy out there. It’s a warmish wind though, if that helps you deal with it. Coffee has been brewed. Yep it’s Monday. Brunch day. It’s a good day, when you can have… Continue Reading
Life Oh, get down turn around go to town boot scootin’ boogie Shawshank, February 26, 2023 Well well well. It’s Sunday morning, and when the alarm went off, for me the bed was the perfect temperature. I didn’t want to get up. But I’m sure that Crystal had been up at that point, for at least an hour or so. But that’s just a guess. So… Continue Reading
Life Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air she told me to come, but I was already there Shawshank, February 25, 2023 Well good morning my friends. Welcome to Saturday. We’ve almost made it to the weekend. All that stands between me and the weekend actual is a short shift at work. The one speed bump with that: BossLady is working today as well. Ugh. Although, it should be too bad. I… Continue Reading
Life Hold your head up, keep your head up, movin’ on Shawshank, February 24, 2023 Is it really Friyay? This has been the week from hell, but it’s not quite over. I have a shift tomorrow, and BossLady will be in. Yay. It’s rare that she works a Saturday, but I’ve thought of things to do. I’m so happy it’s Friyay. It’s been a long… Continue Reading
Life And the streets don’t change but maybe the names Shawshank, February 23, 2023 Hello, good morning. We had a bit of a scare last night. I got up right at bed time to take a plate into the kitchen. I put the plate down, and told Crystal who was in the living room oh the whole world just went pear shaped. The next… Continue Reading
Life Time on my hands could be time spent with you Shawshank, February 22, 2023 Good cold morning! With the wind, right now it’s -38. We’re under a extreme cold warning until just after 8 tonight. Yep, we’re still in the middle of winter. I can’t speak for Crystal, but I slept like the dead. Neither of us heard Pippin climbing into the book case…. Continue Reading