Last evening Frank asked me if I had placed a dead cicada on the window sill in the enclosed carport. I had not. I asked him to remind me to take some pictures of it tomorrow for Friday's Shoot-Out.
This was his way of reminding me. He wrote this on the note board for me see.
One of the reasons I love him... his sense of humor. :-D
So this morning I took pictures. They did not turn out as well as I had hoped. It seems impossible to get a good photo of the wings without getting a shot of the dead creature's butt. I think I will post what I came up with on Friday... but don't be too disappointed if the photo doesn't make the final cut.
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I had physical therapy today. I said the wrong name last time... it wasn't Chip, but Chris who was my physical therapist. I can't figure where I pulled the name Chip from. :-) Today I had Chad as my physical therapist. I'm sure I have his name correct... maybe.
More exercises. Who would think three, two and even one pound weights would feel so heavy! I rolled a ball up the wall and did the bike again. This time for a lot longer. Four minutes forward and 4 four minutes backward. The backward part is hard! I made it through it though. I go back Thursday.
Afterward we did a little shopping at Sam's Club and got rained upon on the way back to the car.
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It rained yesterday and overnight too. It reminded me of the song A Rainy Night In Georgia by Brook Benton. Many other artist have had hits with the song, but Brook Benton's voice is the one that I relate to the song.
