Wednesday, June 19, 2013
If It Walks Like A Duck
Then it probably is a duck. It is a duck, in fact there are 26 ducks at our river (our river, I use that phrase loosely). If you always want to count things does that mean you have some sort of syndrome? I know there is at least one other person in blog land who likes to count, but I won't snitch on him. You know it would be kind of fun growing OLD-ER if it wasn't for the pesky health problems. Oh well it's like I told my doctor yesterday we have to be thankful that we are still standing perpendicular. This morning we got up early and decided we didn't want to be up, so we went back to bed. When we did finally arise we went to McDonalds to share a big breakfast. Doesn't take a lot of food for OLD-ER people to feed the ducks. The park was quiet except for three teen boys playing basket ball and one young lady riding her bike and one man walking with a stomach pouch probably because the doctor told him to. He didn't look too happy to be inhaling all that fresh air and he sure wasn't interested in ducks. The ducks seemed to sense we might be a good touch for some bread, so they all came over under the big oak tree. The turtles now have competition for our old bread. All 26 ducks liked the bread.