Thursday, June 19, 2008
. . . isn't what it used to be.
I disagree. How can one forget the wonder and excitement on the face of a tiny blogger at something so simple as a little doll?
Or, that there are things that we used to be able to do that we would have a hard time doing today?
Or, that those people who were supposed to be around forever . . . are not?
It seems that Mrs B has become the head duck of our flock. They wander up every day and wait for her to hand out the leftover bread. Except, it's not leftover any more. She's buying a loaf or two of the generic cheapo bread every week to help stuff the ducks . . . as it were.
I'm reminded that "TLK" used to call them "ducklies." Yep, that "TLK."