Waking up yesterday morning I rolled out of bed, picked myself up off the floor and took a peek outside.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Give me a minute to climb on the old soapbox. Ah, there we go. Now we can start. It can’t be water on the brain, can it?
Coming and going.
Animals on the move?
Just think, no more soccer for the next four years. I got my kicks watching the World Cup this time around.