The stand I want to frequent doesn’t open until tomorrow. No fireworks here yet.
Now, the sparks may fly this afternoon at bridge, and the show will definitely be worth the while! We do have a great time playing as every time we meet it’s a celebration. I understand why my mother was in three different bridge groups in her tiny little hamlet.
Of course, Tuesdays promise severe weather alerts and decimation of my beautiful flowers. I shall endeavor to cover them before I leave and once again, drive my hail-ridden conveyance. Just another manic Tuesday…