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The sign in the first photo is leaning against the bottom of this little building.

I think I could fill a second blog with nothing but pictures of boats on dry land.
(Without trailers.)

These are a few more shots from Saturday's pit stop at the house that was for sale.  Saturday was sunny as opposed to Sunday's snow which is now Monday's rain.

My daughter's soccer season began over a month ago, and thanks to Mother Nature she's only had two games thus far.

The daffodils are sagging, slunched over in the field.

Yes, that's right, slunched.  Slunched is what happens when your brain merges hunched over with slumped. Slunched. Go ahead and use it freely today, and tell 'em CBW said it was OK.

Thanks to all of March's rain and cold weather, I've not been running to prepare for April's half-marathon. I'll probably end up slunched over having to walk it, which will make me angry. I don't care about the speed, my only goal is to avoid slunching walking.  My only consolation is Baby Sis, who is doing this with me, says she's done next to nothing to prepare either.


Dear April,

Please leave the cold and rain behind with March so I can emerge from the winter funk that causes my brain to create and use words such as slunch. I really need some sunshine, Vitamin D, fresh air and exercise.

Sincerely,

CBW