A Year Later

Having picked up the Sunday paper I scooted down that road past Cameron Toll and was able to meet the patient. Not a lot happening, it being the weekend. It would be good to say things were looking up, but it sounds more like they’re just much the same. I’d like to have scooped her up and brought her home, but not yet, I fear.
A call in and sit out at the daughter’s in their front garden as it’s her birthday. And I never even took a photo! 
Onward, the bold Cigs was partying on the beach so I joined awhile and witnessed his first trip by paddleboard. It was brief. And had a tiny portion of his delicious pork stew. And a tin. Or two.
 Can’t wait for this stay at home order to be lifted.