Our nephew came for lunch today (the one whose father just died). Turns out it was his 39th birthday (I don't know how these kids got so old :)
My friend, Susanna, recently sent a picture of hydrangeas she rescued from a dumpster. She said they were really droopy and pitiful looking but once she popped them in a glass of water, they perked right back up.
In turn, I sent her a picture of Rosie with the faux hydrangeas I found in the trash some years ago on a neighborhood walk.
The petals are constantly dropping because someone likes to rub against them.
It's bedtime for me.
Goodnight.
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