Pity,the lack of cooperation by this 'machine'regarding the photos.We tell our eight grandchildren to develop an interest in a serving profession Mia and Wes charm Santa
because it is highly doubtful that robots will ever have the ability to care. (To which seven year-old Patrick moaned,"I'd HATE to be a WAITER!").
And all of this happiness I've had writing this jaunty little piece this afternoon was trebled by preoccupation with shady thoughts of finding out I actually didn't need a new prescription for glass lenses. Rather - and far more exotic - is the foreboding news that I've been using a magnifying glass to read because of VERY early stage ( Odd. I'm generally LATE for everything.) macular degeneration. We'll just see about THAT. Ha! I had already selected killer frames.
AND. That silly rash I've had on my legs since I got ONE rose bush thorn in my shin ( taken out and washed and treated with antibiotic ointment right away) while removing the six rose bushes planted by the builder's landscaper who had orders NOT to plant ANY flowering shrubs. That was February. Been a long, hot, pale Spring and Summer.
On the other hand, 1) it makes for decent copy, 2) I love surprizes. They're 'SPECIAL', and 3) YOU get to 'live' it, too. That's how WE roll.