my birthday

I've decided to make a post on my birthday so next year I can remember it, if I can find it.

A letter to Monica,

Perhaps you were thinking of me because it's my birthday, 67. Cathy & I went to the beach and let the dogs play near the water's edge. It was fun and the water wasn't that cold. I waded out and got wet some. Then we came home and had pizza; now I'm drinking a root beer. It was a good day.

There was an attractive spider out in the yard so I took a few pictures:


Earlier in the day Cathy saw a plant that looked like a pepper plant:

Michelle