On Its Haunches

This was my only subject of the day. I waited for hours and hours for the rain and clouds to stop, along with waiting for some phone calls. (I was trying to get my neighbors car air-conditioning fixed.)

After I was finished "talking" to the guys at the dealership, I'm glad there wasn't a dog around...because I needed to kick something. SO FRUSTRATING!

The wood stork always reminds me of my Uncle Woodrow, a native of Missouri, that once greeted us late at night at his front door in a long baby blue silk night shirt...complete with matching bonnet. (It's an image that will never leave my mind.)