This is one of the Russian Postcards from my postcard collection. It is one of the few that actually has been sent. I'd love to know what it says. Russian anyone?
I'm interested in the fact that it needed to be stamped so many times before it was actually at its destination. It is written in pencil.
Well, I'm off to have a walk on the treadmill. We are socked in here with fog this morning. We have promises of sunshine and that will be a delight.
Early this morning I was booted out of bed. It seemed that I was suffering a form of a "fever" again. I can't figure it out hot and cold and hot and cold. My beloved Mr. T was not getting his well deserved rest because of the fanning of the covers. Big sigh, I went to wait for morning on the couch. We would have been a bit grouchy this morning but then we were treated to a comical comment from Jill on yesterdays post and our morning was off to a good start.
Last night we went for our weekly visit to Walmart. I picked up some candy canes for 25 cents and I'm going to make Valentines.
My beloved Mr. T and I are creatures of habit. I was once told that it seems as people age and you do lovely things for them, that once you've done them three times in a row . . it becomes a "thing".
Three Wednesday nights in a row to have a Walmart date . . I guess it's a "thing". Well, I hate to say it but I can see a bit of truth in that in our own empty nest. We do the same thing week in and week out. We like it. Who's to stop us? We are a team and we'll continue on in our pathetic little routine.