I remember mentioning that I had gone longer at NOT winning a Solitaire game at the nursing home than Mrs. Feller could ever remember for anyone – and she’s 96.

Well, Friday I had to stop at the drug store on the way over to see her and realized I had forgotten my cards, so I bought a new deck. Dorothy, her tablemate, said this new deck would surely be lucky, BUT I still didn’t win. I said I’d play one last game and this is how it dealt out:

But, wait, it gets better. This is how it played out:

We decided to quit on that game and they ate their supper – sort of. It was a losing deal – cold chicken pot pie.

Der Bingle and I, along with Summer for a few suggestions, are looking at samples of colors for the fence and the shed. In other words, we may be talking about the same subject as my last post – a train wreck. Summer thinks solid bright orange would be good. Well, that way I could put on my orange pants and have my picture taken as the “half lady”.

There’s the deciding, then the prepping, then the actual painting . . . and finally, the watching the paint dry phase. Oh, I think I skipped the part about scrubbing AmeliaJake clean.