It really distracts me when I read stories in the French language media about Russia
They spell Putin “Poutine” and you know what that means?
French fries and gravy with melted cheese on top.
It’s hard to take a dictator seriously under these conditions. Or is he more of a despot?
Is there a difference between a dictator and a despot?
I need to think about this some more.
Mmm, tasty tasty poutine….
We were listening to a French pop song that features some pretty rockin’ accordion. Yeah, they love accordion. It’s kind of a thing.
Anyway.
I wondered if I should take lessons.
Ruled it out.
Then thought: “but I bet women who play the accordion have great boobs. All that squeezing must be great exercise.”
I am nothing if not conscious of breast health.
Like a true nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
–Steppenwolf/Born To Be WildHappy Trails to you
Until we meet again
–Roy Rogers/Happy Trails
Light. They travel light.
The ones 2 cabins down mentioned that they didn’t bring extra panties for an overnight. Sound carries on a lake.
Just thought I would clarify that for those of you who don’t ride.
Did I mentioned that there’s a biker gathering in Joseph this weekend?
On a slightly odd note, a hummingbird just flew by close enough to tickle my ear with the vibrations from his wings. Loud flyers, they are.
Heading back to the default world this morning, but I’m happy to be wherever I am.
Even.
Even when.
Even when there’s a line at the coffee shop.
It smells great in the coffee shop, by the way. They roast their own beans.
Coffee good.
