2020 April 17 Friday

In Liberty Hill, Texas

Welcome to our daily journal. Share it with a friend. www.TomAndEllaJournal.comAudio journal https://www.spreaker.com/user/12220003hat small slash of orange is the only near-glimpse of sunlight in the solemn grey tent overhead. We were expecting rain. However, the fruitless clouds only brought forth mist. It was the faint mist that can be felt on your arm hairs, but never seen.nd then, at day’s end. Past day’s end, actually. The invisible sun had moved on to shine on western shores. And there on the edge darkness, I realize that I’m the butt of some cosmic joke, for the sky has been painted in brilliant oranges.on’t believe me? Scroll on down, past the drivel I’ve posted in the middle, to the photograph of the evening sky. Go on, go look. You can then scroll back up and feast on the wisdom and foolishness found between the two photographs.ixty seven degrees was the predicted high for today. I think we just barely nicked the edge of it about ten thirty. From thereon that faint warmth began to bleed away into the sodden air. Come nine o’clock in the p.m. and it has lost thirteen degrees from even the morning low.h I know there are parts of the country faring far worse. I have no real justification to complain. And yet here am feeling somewhat betrayed by what I took to be a promise of warmer weather. It’s not an unreasonable expectation for a day that begins in the sixties to end in the sixties.e took a morning walk to the mailbox to deposit a couple birthday cards. We got a wee bit of exercise and visited with a neighbor. They were working on her fifth wheel trailer’s bedroom slide-out. The bottom was falling out. Something with which Ella and I are familiar.bout three thirty we took another walk around to retrieve mail. They were still working on repairing the slide. Having disassembled, they were now reassembling with newer materials.or today’s lunch we had chicken thighs, peas, rice, and made from scratch butterscotch pudding.et’s see who can tangle their tongue with this one.Miss Smith missed Mistress Tresse’s tresses mister. Mister Meister kissed Miss Smith’s sister, Hester Highster.

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