Someday I hope to. I love Canada in general and Toronto seems like a really cool place. Between the cost of travel and taking care of my mom, it will be awhile before I get the chance, though.
Interestingly, in one of her social media posts, Georgia credits that line as an observation her daughter made about a year ago. It was depressingly true than, and truer now. From the mouths of babes . . .
I love listening to the morning chorus of birds as it grows to include more voices and more songs each day. It started with a single cardinal in mid February and now there are more birds than I can count, and songs that are unfamiliar to my delighted ears.
To each, her own. That just leaves more Portobellas for those of us who enjoy them. (I currently have some “baby ’bellas” in my fridge that do look a tad potbellied . . .)
and they weren’t 30 years ago, either. Some of the things I saw written about my form inside desks (no assigned seating, it was like playing musical desks for the most desirable spots every day) still haunt me, even though I’d been subjected to sexual harassment since 3rd grade . . .
Someday I hope to. I love Canada in general and Toronto seems like a really cool place. Between the cost of travel and taking care of my mom, it will be awhile before I get the chance, though.