Today it is 47F/8C with abundant sunshine . . . and,
we were out in hunt of pomegranate molasses and some last minute stuff.
|In the parking lot of the grocery store we spied this older Mini next to the newer Mini.|
We found the new special ingredient for a as of yet untried chicken recipe, but we never did find the Christmas card with sock puppets folded up inside. Heather swears she saw these in a large retail store near our condo. Oh well, we will survive the heartbreak.
Billie is parked and secure in her spot in the garage and will probably not to stir again until early Tuesday morning. No Christmas ride is planned. It looks like there will be too many people things that must be attended to.
The days are becoming shorter. Christmas will soon be past and the last Hanukkah candles will have given up the smoke. I wish you all joy, well being, and peace . . . especially peace.
And to Everyday Riding Chris wherever he may be and whatever he may be riding . . . be safe.