Phyllis' last day on the job

Yesterday was Phyllis' birthday - March 28th. 41 years ago we buried my Dad on her birthday.  Miles, Kermit L., Sep 6, 1904 - Mar 25, 1978.

Is 75º at 11:40 am with predicted high of 81º.  This Sunday's high is predicted at 69º at 1 am and is to be 49º at 5 pm Sunday with rain  A bit of a change in the weather coming!

The office girls celebrating Phyllis' birthday

Phyllis with the corsage I gave
her at noon.

The two vases of flowers she got, one on the left from
the Office and on the right from Cameron & Patty/

The office celebrates birthdays in a big way, taking Phyllis out to lunch (Closing down the whole damned office and all the staff going) at 9:00 am in the morning, then a whole bunch of pictures for Facebook.  We took the remainder of food from the Park Kitchen, including a fair amount of frozen food, to Loaves & Fishes in Harlingen where they daily feed the indigent.

Last night Darlene Winslow held a birthday party for Phyllis at Bob & Bobi Raab's place.  (her park model isn't big enough for the group) 

With many people leaving every day, the park is getting empty again, nearly like when we came here in mid-October.  We won't be leaving for another couple weeks, and are planning a few stops on the way home, so probably won't get to Clarinda until nearly May - or at least the last week of April.

GROANER'S CORNER:((  Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste, all the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked to the store it was less a walk than a lumber.

I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese. And the way I'd never said, 'No thank you, please.'

As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt and prepared once again to do battle with dirt--- I said to myself, as I only can 'You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!'

So--away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip Every last bit of food that I like must be banished 'Till all the additional ounces have vanished. 

I won't have a cookie--not even a lick. I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick. I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie, I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore--- But isn't that what January is for? Unable to giggle, no longer a riot. Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
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What do you get when two giraffes collide? A giraffic jam.
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Later, Lynn