SATURDAY

. . . . Had you been looking for me today you would have found me at the fishing hole sitting under an umbrella in the rain reading a book. Of course I didn't catch a fish. The funny dog I live with was sitting in the rain looking at me wondering why we were not going home. The poor pup does not have the sense to sit under the chair I am planted in so to get out of the wet. There were a couple of times when the rain was falling like mad, poor doggy. We did leave about 2:15 during a sunny break but that lasted only until we arrived back at the house. I'll try my luck at bowling  tomorrow.