Disclaimer: if you see a bunch of garbage characters in this post, it is because I am inserting some of my fave emojis and your browser *may* not support them [Internet Explorer, I’m looking at you].

Do you emoji? I certainly do! Backing up a bit, I remember when text messaging became a way to communicate with family and friends without the whole small-talk thing that happens on the phone. You know the drill:

Caller [with (apparently) nothing better to do]: “How are you?”

You [breaking your neck to get yourself, your two young children, and a bunch of related paraphernalia out the doggamn door when, “Moooom! A lizard is out of the cage!”]: “Do you have five hours?”

I HATE phone calls. I can still remember The Commander* saying that one of my brother’s friends used the telephone like a weapon. She merely meant that Donny Marble called umpteen billion times a day. But. And then there’s email, which is fine for some situations but you never know when [if?] the receiver is going to read your message, not to mention how wildly they might misinterpret it and boy oh boy have I had that happen to me. And then there is the whole issue of how easy it is to forward an email message to everyone on the earth plus a few gods and other entities.

Text messages? They work! They are not perfect. Sometimes if conversations get too complicated, we have to switch over to phone or email but that is a CHOICE! Somewhere along the line, everybody ended up with an iPhone and I started using emojis. I tend to use a rather small vocabulary of emojis. Like:

🐸 (me)

🐣🐭🐧 (a few people I text with some regularity). There’s a new emoji person but that’s not for public consumption 🐸.

Then there is the Error Aminal 🐗. Poor guy. He really isn’t such a bad aminal. Just that once he accidently got included on a text message with errors in it. Although he is permanently relegated to Bad Aminal status, we actually love him dearly.

I can’t really describe when I use the smiley poop 💩. Usually it’s when I have done or said a really stupid thing — too stupid for our beloved Error Aminal — or whatever is going on is so ridiculous that I have no words.

I use hearts! Usually these hearts 💜💛💚 but I’ve been branching out a bit recently with some of the fancier hearts [wink]. The hearts allow me to make sentences, like: 🐸💜[insert object emoji here]. And that allows me to tell people how much I love them without getting right up in their face and saying, “I love you”, over and over again ad infinitum ad nauseam, which the objects of my affection would HATE, as I did when my moom was still alive and told me over and over what a “wanted” child I was. I knew that and I did absolutely love her. But… Oh those last couple years were soooo hard…

I love to use other emojis sometimes. Usually on party occasions: 🍸🎂🎏👑, etc. And then there was the day I was eating pho for the first time (in Atlanta on a beautiful rainy grokkery-store Apple-store parking-lot-tour day) and I got to put the pho emoji on instagram 🍜. That was sooooo much fun! I know. It doesn’t take much.

We NEED a manatee emoji. Somebody please make a Snooty emoji!

I could go on and on about all of this but… Do you use emoji? And, if you do, which emojis do you use and how / why?

*The Commander, as I have blahgged about before, had an iPhone in her later years and was a champ about texting. In the last year or so, it was easier to text with her than to try to talk to her on the phone…

I really wanted to get home at around 4:00 or thereabouts today but that didn’t happen due to various adventures and misadventures. Nothing truly horribilis, just a wee LOT more Frogger Hopper Goat Tracking than I would’ve preferred. And so, I am Toadily Roto and if you do not know what that means, read Road Fever by Tim Cahill (I *think* that’s the book and you can do the googling because I am, y’know, Toadily Roto). Actually, the book never talks about being “Toadily” Roto. That’s my own embellishment.

So I said something like, “I want to leave HL by 1:00.” The GG said something like, “Let’s leave a bit earlier and take M18 and take a “little” hike at this one spot [I fergit the name] along the way.”

Alert Alert Alert! Danger Will Robinson Kayak Woman! Incoming Desktop Trebuchet missiles! I knew the Desktop Trebuchet was a bad birthday gift idea…

Anyway, a short hike along the way? Sure, that sounds like fun. I fergot to take the concept of Bob Miles into consideration… If Bob (or his evil twin) says, “It’s only another mile”, it’s probably more like three. Get the idea?

So, getting to the hiking trailhead was easy enough even though (as it turns out) it was NOT off M18, it was off Reserve Road. M18 is a paved two-lane state highway. Reserve Road is paved for quite a distance, then it turns into gravel, etc. It was still okay when we got to the trailhead. The trail? Perfect! A gorgeous 3.1 mile (not Bob Miles) loop deep in the woods with a fair amount of up and down but nothing extremely challenging. The perfect little side-trip on the way back south to Megalopolis, roight?

Not. When I exited the trailhead parking lot, we had traveled 20.5 miles. The next eight took… Well, I didn’t even keep track of how long it took but I did NOT like the goat-tracking we had to do get back to a paved highway or even something wide enough that the bushes weren’t scraping the sides of the Frog Hopper. I wish I had taken pictures but I was too freaked out. (I wasn’t driving by that time. I stopped the FH and said, “I’m done”.) I don’t really mind goat-tracks. I just like to know that they come out somewhere, not peter out into a swamp or something where there’s no place to turn around.

Eventually, we did get back to a nice paved highway and I took over the driving for the rest of the trip (after a side-of-the-road Pstop for the GG [sticks tongue out]). It was all okay except for intermittent heavy rain storms. The kind we experienced a couple weeks ago in Kentucky and Ohaaaao.

It seems we are observing Mother’s Day here. I don’t EVER expect my kids to honor me in this way but, since Lizard Breath moved back to megalopolis from Cali a few years ago, she has always gifted me with Impatiens flowers from the Eastern Market. She has a taaaar with a slow leak so she was a wee bit nervous about driving over here today (and I was also nervous (because I am her mooom)) but, in the end, she did and all was fine and she’ll prob’ly get it fixed over here tomorrow morning before heading back to work. And Mouse will be over after making an appearance at a cast party.

And don’tcha know that life is pretty good (KNOCK ON WOOD BIGTIME AS ALWAYS). I have two independent, responsible adult daughters that 1) don’t want to live with me (or off me) but 2) like to come visit me. What did I do right? Actually, probably nothing. I think they raised themselves in the typical sneaky kind of way that Fin / Cfam children kind of do.

It is pretty warm here in the Great White North this weekend and the folks who live and work here are kicking up their heels with joy cautiously optimistic about that! Waitress at Little Boots Diner this morning and butcher at Best Choice grocery in particular. The last couple of winters have been harsh and last summer? Summer? Huh?

What a wonderful weekend here with the GG and his sister Liz. Liz was not yet astir when we went to breakfast but we knew that she wouldn’t be upset if we didn’t invite her and also that she is more than capable of feeding herself, so off we went. After brefkast, we toured the Muskegon River/Reedsburg Dam area. These two photos are taken in that general area. If you click and click again on the second one (with the geese), you will see raindrops on the water. Beautiful.

We slodged around at the cabin for a while after this. The GG wanted to take a nap and Liz was doing her own thing. I mobilized a little KW-alone trip to our fave Best Choice grokkery store where I picked up various dinner/lunch/snack provisions. When I returned, all three of us scrambled a little hiking trip up to the Ski Ranch. None of us were interested in a Death March today and this little hike was just the ticket. Pics below.

Beautiful early spring terrain. A few moe-skee-toes but nothing terribly obnoxious yet. Returned to the Group Home for a mixed grill and lots of veggies. So much fun. I’ll blahg about the bright red tick mite another day.

Even though it was less than two weeks ago that we crash-landed back on The Planet Ann Arbor after our wondrous Road Trip to Fla and back, here we are at the Houghton Lake Group Home. We had a smooth trip up today. I wish I had been ready with my iPhone to post some of the major construction prodjects we passed along the way. US23 / I96 interchange anyone? That interchange, with its WWII-style cloverleaf entrance / exit ramps, needs it!

For whatever reason, lots of folks in the fam seem to be road-tripping during this in-between season. It is after the big spring break crowds in Fla and before the big crowds up here in the Great No-Longer-White North. There was our trip to Fla and back via Knoxville, Atlanta, two locales in Fla, and Chattanooga. We currently have relatives road-tripping to Seattle and Virginia and Fla albeit via a different route with different (but no less beautiful) stops along the way.

Even though our big beautiful Road Warrior Trip is well over, I am a bit envious of those who are still journeying and I am loving the photooos they post. BTW, driving the 180 miles to get from The Planet Ann Arbor to the Group Home is a piece of cake compared to the 500-600 mile slogs we did going to Fla and back. Except we’ve droven this stretch of the I75 SUV Speedway so many times for so many years that it is so doggamn boring that I was glad the GG was driving and I could read and do the xword on my phone after a long week at work.

We are here with The Beautiful Liz (s-i-l, not daughter). Fish are jumpin’ and the the cotton weather is high fine. And the peepers are peeping back in the swamp.

A day of minor mishaps. I began by meeting MMCB² for coffee so it wasn’t all that bad and I did survive it albeit with the jangly nerves of a KW coffee buzz amplified by all the little mishaps.

First, for the first time in 7.5 years, I arrived over at Cubeland WITHOUT MY BADGE! If I don’t have my badge, I cannot get into the building without calling someone already inside and begging them to let me in. Or waiting around and piggy-backing. I was looking up Cube Nayber’s number on my phone when I spied Mr.Luv (not [exactly] his real name) heading to the building so I piggy-backed in with him. Piggy-backing is a no-no. It is a no-no for good reason although the folks at The Mother Ship of our huge global corporation who create the security (etc.) on-line training “classes” don’t quiiiiite get that most of the folks who work in our backwater location have worked together FOREVER and we would KNOW when that person following closely behind us doesn’t belong in the building. It has NEVER happened at our location as far as I know. Occasionally a confused duck rushes the door but that’s about it.

But. Oh dear. I KNOW my badge is at home. Roight? What if it’s not? If it’s not, when I get to Cubeland tomorrow, nobody will be there and I will have to wait for someone to piggy-back in on. Not cool. Plus, if I have truly lost my badge, I need to get a new one. So. I. Drove. Home. For. Lunch. All. Eight. Miles. And. Back. And yes, when I got home, after a moment (or two or ten) of panic, I spied my badge on the floor between the bench by the front door and the basket next to it. Whew! And yet? Annoyed as all getout. At myself…

Traffic has been squirrely all day. Not all that much slower than usual, just weird. A near miss in the infamous State / Ellsworth roundabout — I saw oncoming traffic and [wisely] stopped but the person in the lane left of me did not. For a split second, I thought they would collide and possibly slide over and crunch me and the Ninja too but all ended well.

And then there was the situation in the photooo… I wish my timing had been better and I had gotten a photo of this truck with its taaaars UP ON THAT BIG TRAFFIC ISLAND (or whatever it is) as it crossed over it into the other lane but I got what I got. I do NOT know what this truck driver was trying to do. I THINK he was trying to get to the Westgate Kroger and took a wrong turn. You would have to have an intimate familiarity with the geography of the streets and parking lots to understand what happened here. I was thinking something like, “Whaaaaa?” This was all in very slow motion, which you might guess by the fact that I have a photo of it because make no mistake, I cannot drive stick and use my phone at the same time unless I am at a dead stop.

Prop 1? Lost by a landslide. 4 to 1 anyone? This was not a surprise to most of the more rational voters around here and even the governor made some concessionary noises about it but that doesn’t mean he and the legislature won’t come up with something WORSE if it’s possible to do that. There is a history there. But rather than rant and rave about polly-ticks and roads and Governor @onetoughnerd and whatnot, here are some of the spring flowers that dot the little woods behind The Landfill. JITP, Trillium, Trout Lily, and I dunno the last beauteous blue one. Bubs prob’ly does and maybe she’ll comment if/when she gets around to reading blahgs this Friday. If not, that’s okay, we love Bubs anyway! (One of the nicknames my mother earned in her later years was The Trillium Bandit. I’ve told that story before. Maybe one of these days I’ll get bored enough with my blahg to tell it again.)

We seem to be having a bit of “summer” this May. We needed that and boy are we enjoying it. G’night, KW

Oh you dern betcha I voted. Prop 1? Huh? Man oh man are our roads awful. They need to be fixed! Raise the sales tax 1% to fix the roads? Maybe, although it wouldn’t be my preferred solution. Add in a whole bunch of voodoo shell game crapola? No thank you. I am not even gonna begin to try to ‘splain it to y’all. Why? Because I-E-I-E-I do not UNDERSTAND it. If a college educated person with a successful career as a systems analyst (a person who sorts out bits and pieces of information and synthesizes it all into a design, in my case anyway) cannot understand a ballot proposal, it is because it is TOO COMPLICATED. I have to wonder whether all of the legislators that voted for it understand it. Prob’ly not, but I’m gonna guess that a lot of those folks have law degrees, not necessarily the most direct path to simplicity and transparency, not to mention common sense! Anyway, if nobody can understand the damn proposal, that most likely means that it is not a good thing.

It’s no secret that I am not a fan of our current governor, the @onetoughnerd. He is a good argument for term limits (imnsho), although if term limits mean he has his eyes on the USA presidency, voters beware! (I think he is a long shot for the presidency but in these days and times, you never know.)

Instead of ranting and raving incoherently about polly-ticks, I will report my voting experience. I was voter number 7. I always vote first thing in the morning. Once (!) I beat Mr. Mxyzptlk who is always first (the poll workers were a bit worried about him that one day that I beat him. I have to guess he was off climbing Mt. Everest or something). It’s a May election and there were two things on the ballot. Prop 1 and a local school thingie. I arrived at Haisley after taking my regular Skunk Walk a few minutes before the polls opened at 7:00. I leaned in on a garbage container and started checking facebook. An election official came out and [jovially] asked me if I was texting him. Naaawwww, I’m checking facebook. We kibbitzed for a minute or two and then he checked the time and yelled out, “THE POLLS ARE OPEN!”. My iPhone still said 6:59 but whatever. I went inside and discovered that there were six people ahead of me, including Mr. Mxyzptlk, who was first as usual. My experience was smooth. A young guy found me on the computer, The Beautiful Jackie handed me my ballot, I had two measly ovals to fill, and the ballot-eater cheerfully sucked my ballot in without any issues.

And then. I went to work and when I came home there was a package on my porch. It was from Central Michigan University public radio. I have been listening to that radio station since forever and, even though we live on the Planet Ann Arbor, we listen to it whenever we are up in the Great White North and I actually know most of the frequencies *by heart* so as we are driving up or down, I can find the station on our dial.

So here is my new iPad Air 2 64 GB musheen. I set it up. It is beautiful! Will I use it?

I didn’t post the before pic because I didn’t take one. If I had, it would’ve showed grass and weeds partially obscuring the lovely rocks I hauled a few at a time down from the Group Home to line the front “garden”. It was scraggly as all getout.

I didn’t take a before pic because this was a prodject that kind of evolved. While the GG was building some new steps in the back yard, I put on my hat and sunglasses and headed out into the front yard with my pick-up-stick tools: rake, old recycle tub, garden glubs, and kneeling pad (a must if you are bare-kneed). My method? I rake up a bunch of sticks (and leaves and acorns and whatever other debris is out there), then I kneel on my pad and gather up all the stuff and dump it into the recycle tub (we don’t use tubs for recycling any more). When my tub gets full, I dump it into one of the big Recycle Ann Arbor compost carts. Lather, rinse, repeat. I am a terrible gardener but I am pretty good at cleaning things up.

Hmmm… The GG planted a bunch of fancy tulip bulbs last fall and they look gorgeous. At least those that have produced flowers this year do, there are some other ones (see the gap?) that are growing but no flowers. But there was all this scraggly grass and weedy stuff… That I didn’t take a pitcher of. Because I moved my tools over there and just dived in. I pulled every one of those rocks out of its spot, weeded all of the crap out from around it and put it back. (Note that I did not work anywhere NEAR as hard as the GG with his 70-pound blocks.)

Better? Yes. Curb appeal. Not so fast, KW. What about those scraggly bushes up there closer to the house? I hate those bushes. I want to get rid of them. But. They provide bird habitat. We have *birds* here. I remember The Commander staying here one April back in the Jurassic Age and saying in wonder, “It’s like being in an aviary.” Yes, it is. Well except for the woodpecker but that’s a whole ‘nother story. But birds use those bushes throughout the year, even in the deepest, darkest depths of Mordor aka our Great Lake State Polar Vortex Winter.

So, how do we rip out the ugly bushes without displacing some of our bird population? The GG is thinking of putting new bushes in front of the old (I am okay with having some bushes out there, just not the ones we have now) and then removing the old. Not sure what we’ll do but I am cautiously optimistic about that plan…

Oh yeah. Curb appeal? We are NOT selling this house. It may not be the biggest, fanciest house on earth but it is not bad and there is a woods behind it and I can walk to the grokkery store and Westgate and Knight’s and downtown, etc. And it is a safe neighborhood (knock on wood because all safe neighborhoods are safe until they are not). But. Location, location, location.

Man oh man, got home from Fla and took a gander at the May “social” calendar and oof, there are a lot of things to fit in. This weekend? Oscar Tango on Friday night. Farmer’s market early Saturday and Kentucky Derby later on (plus a whole bunch of chores and prodjects). Today? More chores and prodjects and then the Waterhill Music Fest. This fest is my preferred way to go to concerts. We walk down to the Waterhill neighborhood and walk around, stopping wherever somebody is playing music. The “rules” are that if you are a musician and you live in the Waterhill neighborhood, you can perform on your front porch or your driveway or lawn or wherever. We have a lot of fantastic musicians on The Planet Ann Arbor and many of them live in the Waterhill neighborhood.

That said, this music fest is not limited to highly acclaimed musicians. We passed one sign advertising Mrs. Kafoulie’s [not her real name] piano students. That’s one of the things I like about this music fest — that *everyone* can participate no matter what skill level they have achieved. Another thing I like is that we can hit up a concert for a song or two and then move on. It was hot today here on The Planet Ann Arbor (80) and so by the end of our slodge back up the hill to our far northwest side home, I felt like I had done a bit of a death march. But those death marches feel good after you wash your feet and fling garments that you really don’t want to wear in the first place.

So, a bunch of photooos lightly annotated and a bit more at the end if you get that far. Here’s Mr. B’s Joybox Express. He was playing in bars when we first lived here. At some point, he went on the road with his piano. On a bicycle. Today, he had this fancy setup with him and his puano and a drummer and double beeceeclettes in the back and, well, I can’t really even describe it and not sure this pitcher does the job either.

This photo has little to do with the music fest. It shows the GG photobombing one of our beautiful spring trees.

We particularly loved this band. I could not tell you why if I tried.

This band was Dr. Unk and they were good but I was starting to fade a bit by then. This is a good example of a front porch band though.

And here’s the GG sitting on the step of the Roos Roast van. Our fave coffee vendor and I’m pretty sure the owner didn’t much care to have “an old hippie” sitting on his step. If I get it right, the Roos Roast owner drove this vee-hickle back from Portland or Seattle or somewhere out there…

Lots of kids everywhere. Mostly happy. Sometimes dancing like these kids were.

That band (pretty good) wanted to go on but they were warned by a volunteer that it was 5:00 and they couldn’t keep going. Why? Because our fav-o-rite Waterhill band ever was scheduled to start at 5:00 and there was no way the Fumblin’ Tumbleweeds could compete with a rock and roll band with serious amplification. Here are the tumbleweeds. Best Waterhill venue!

I wanted to see the Tumbleweeds but I was kind of at the end of my rope after that. While we were watching them, my mouse texted me asking what we were doing for dinner. Well, we are grilling a big cornish hen and I have asparagus and noodles with pesto and a big salad and a washing musheen. So come on over! We miss you! And we will go to see your play but probably not until the last night.

Today marks the first day the farmer’s market is open at 7:00 AM on Saturdays. It is open all winter but it doesn’t open until 8:00 and that doesn’t quite fit my stoopid little routines. And let’s face it, there isn’t as much fresh produce there in the winter. This morning? Asparagus was calling and I was rarin’ to go. Someday ‘hicken the Garden Sentinel may have some more friends but this ‘hicken is the property of Harnois Meats and is not for sale.

Harnois is a pretty fast talker (we know that but we approached his stall anyway [wink]) and he talked us into two cornish hens. Huge cornish hens. One for tomorrow, the other in the freezer for Memorial Day weekend (or whenever). He did not talk us into chicken feet. I’m sure they do make great chicken broth for soup but I am not currently in a soup-making habit. It’s on my radar screen but I’m not there yet. If / when I get there, I’ll remember his chicken feet. Other stuff? Lettuce (lots of it), radishes, asparagus (at the *donut* stand, of all places), onions, smoked mackerel, fingerling potatoes (I somehow *washed* one of them — in the washing musheen — how did *that* happen?), pasties from Uncle Peter, kim-chee and bean sprouts from Wan Oo [phonetic spelling]. We haven’t seen Wan Oo since November or thereabouts. We asked if she operated her stall during the winter. The answer was no and her opinion of winter 2015 is that it was “harsh”. Yes, it was. So good to see these familiar faces again after that harsh winter.

What to do with the rest of the day… I have about a billion prodjects [intentionally misspelled] that I want to get done around here but most of them require some Collaboration. So, what could I get Collaboration on *today*… Well, we certainly weren’t going to replace the Blue and Only Bathroom today, especially not if we Remove the Chimney. What else? Oh, that stupid step into the back yard. It’s a sturdy structure but in recent years, since we put patio pavers out there, they shift below it and it becomes unstable and, when you step on it, it rocks. Not a good scenario, especially if you are carrying things outside. You know, ‘puters and glasses of whine and things. (And we are getting “old”, don’tcha know… [snort])

So off we went to Fendt to get, well, I’m not sure what you would call them, but big heavy stone / concrete / whatever blocks to build “steps” with. Why we had the Ninja out there is a long boring story but there is no way the Ninja could carry the 18 of those 70 pound blocks that we bought, so we came back and got the Frog Hopper and here we go.

Mid prodject and yes, that is a bird poop bulls-eye on the GG’s hat.

<alert>BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP EARTHQUAKE ALERT! Yes, believe it or not, there was an earthquake in the Great Lake State today. They do happen. This one was 4.2 on the Richter Scale, which is pretty high for the general area. I did not feel it but others did, including Lizard Breath (former SanFran resident) in Detroit in her second floor apartment. Twitter and Facebook LIT UP! Earthquake! Earthquake! Earthquake! KW? Did not notice. Blah…</alert>

There’s a lot going on in this photo but if you ignore the baggy old kayak woman reflected in the window and the mad scientist with his new trebuchet, you might notice our new steps there. Maybe not the most aesthetically bee-yooty-ful construction on earth but I am happy with it! I can walk out the door without tipping this way and that (at least I will be able to once I get used to the fact that I *don’t* tip this way and that when I walk out there — the old orange juice in my bottle when I was expecting milk kind of trick) and the GG worked *hard* on this today. I hope he didn’t injure any of his fingers! I was kind of hoping that plastic shoe tray and all of the detritus on it might disappear during the prodject but it didn’t and I’m gonna count my blessings and quit while I’m ahead!

And so my horse actually won. American Pharaoh. I choose horses based entirely on their names. I do not care about odds, etc. Not sure if I have won any money at all. We’ll see how it all comes out.

I dunno where to start, mostly because I don’t have a heckuva lot to say. Two Fridays ago (was it really two? yes it was) we launched southward from The Planet Ann Arbor and after a detour to take a distillery tour, spent a fun night in Knoxville, well, except for the part where the GG dropped his iPhone out Rey’s car window and the part where we tried to economize by staying at a cheap motel next to the airport. It was all good in the end.

Last Friday we spent the night in Chattanooga at a Comfort Inn. It was a good compromise between $50 per night and $150 per night joints. Although it was a hotel, we were on the ground floor and didn’t have to mess with an elevator. We drove a mile or less into the downtown and settled on a bbq restaurant where we could eat at the bar. The GG wanted a hamburg and I got some sliders. We ate the complimentary hotel breakfast the next morning, the only one we ate during the entire trip. Very good and I had a fun interaction with a nice employee when the coffee dispenser ran out and he snuck me into an adjacent room to fill my coffee cup before he filled up the dispenser. We giggled about hot coffee spilling and suing (I told him I would never do that and I *wouldn’t*). Good fun but then we met good folks everywhere.

Tonight? We were reunited with our fave Oscar Tango waitress and porterized too. The weather was similar to that of a week ago, except 600 miles north. Hot on the walk downtown but put my polartech jacket on for the walk home. Just a wee bit chilly.

Do you think the device in the pitcher is a good birthday gift for the GG? *snort* I think this desktop trebuchet is pretty cool (and it was a kit) but it cannot beat last year’s, which was a raspberry pi computer and ISS Above. Google it if you dare. I’m thinking we’ll have to paint the projectiles a neon color or whatever so we can find them in the woods off the back deck at the moomincabin…

Bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay. We will be watching the Kentucky Derby tomorrow and I am betting on five horses this year. I bet $2 a horse and I choose them via the name. I couldn’t care less about the odds or whatever. Are you going to watch the Derby? If so, what horse(s) are you betting on? Whether or not you are betting real money.

G’night! KW. Farmer’s market opens at seven tomorrow morning for the first time in 2015. Yay!