After a delightful afternoon of swimming, this motley crew filled my ’02 Honda Accord for the ride home. Windows all rolled down, radio turned to an oldies station, singing at the top of my lungs. Remember the driver gets to choose the station.
Friends gathered on and around the front porch on a blue moon night, listening to poetry readings, topped off by Kelle Jolly serenading us . Truly unexpected, a James Agee – Knoxville of 1915 moment.
These rascally blessings who, when called upon, say O.K. to a road trip with Nana Judy that don’t turn out exactly as she thought it would. Still don’t understand why they couldn’t include motion in the bodies.

Love the ending, Spunkster is getting a little elderly looking!
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That’s where the art comes in – you see the motion without them moving. Plus, that would be really creepy…
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