The dratted Kendallville walking route

I don’t know what the temperature is, but it is humidity. Fortunately, this was not one of my fast walks; this was a posture walk. That doesn’t necessarily mean it was more pleasant, because in a posture walk I pretend a BIG fishhook is going around my breast bone and a line angled upward is pulling me forward. Actually, there is no exterior pull, which is harder to imagine than the fishhook circling my sternum, believe it or not.

My Predator/Reaper hat I inherited from my husband, who is not my late husband, and so I guess I didn’t inherit it, I was given it . . . are you will me still?  . . . Well, that hat got soaked with sweat. I’m going to quit droning on and have some iced tea.

Port Orford, Oregon – oceanview and AJ cluttery

Several years ago, when realtor.com became a fixture on the internet, I would hop around to various places and look at homes that were really inviting, and, inevitably, way too expensive. I took it in my head tonight to look at some homes that were a little more down home. I found this one with a terrific view, a non-so-good photo of one of the areas, an oddly large bathroom and a storage/garage area that is sort of in keeping with my organizational skills.

Maybe later I will look up cabins in Tennessee.