Sunday or is it?

Fred Willard died yesterday of natural causes.  I remember him most fondly as the bumbling co announcer with some stodgy Brit in "Best of Show".  His pleasant foil to his partner's super serious comments on dogs, dog anatomy, their handlers and the pursuit of the cup at the Westminster Dog Show were wonderful.  His performance as Phil Dunphy's philandering dad was just as priceless.  He was a yeoman's actor and his touch for the characters he played will be missed.  If you've never seen Best of Show, find it.  The quirky participants are extrodinary.  My personal favorite is Eugene Levy with his literal two left feet screaming "Cookie,Cookie we won" at the end of the competition.

The powers that be have further restricted our activities at the old folks home. In the back of the complex are a group of metal tables and chairs that are attached, four chairs to a table.  Yesterday in the nice weather, there were ladies out there chatting away, probably too close to each other.  Last evening when I took Harry out for his last pee, I saw that everything had been cordoned off with caution tape.  Don't get me wrong, I get it.  Its a necessary precaution.  Sadly, we were planning to bring the grand kids over outside and maybe a friend for coffee.  That idea is now defeated.

Is is Sunday, or not?  All the days seem the same running together.  Judy's balcony garden is now blooming with abounding colors.  It is quite pleasant to sit out there.  I finished my latest book John Grisham's The Guardians.  The ending was satisfying.  I would recommend it.  Stalling our way through  The Night Manager.  Could really watch the whole series in one setting.  Have to walk away.

Going to Google Duo with one of our favorite families today.  The have very busy twin boys and a little guy under a year.  These two characters make me smile.  My mother in law Marie loved little kids, anyone's little kids.  She would look around in restaurants for little smiling faces and try to get their attention.  It was almost like she got fuel from their happiness and carefree attitudes.  I hate to admit it, but I am becoming like her in this respect.  In many ways she drove me crazy, but this rings true.

all for now