Today, while driving home on Sand Point Way, a raccoon skedaddled across the four lane road successfully. And a plump and a juicy critter she was. The wild is all around. Always.
Time for dancing. I found out I could WASH my cotton dance shoes. Imagine. They no longer smell like, well, like sweaty dance shoes.
I'll do a Dance of Spring. I've become a batty old woman who dances like a waving daffodil. Without embarrassment.
In Spanish, to be embarrassed (embarazada) means to be pregnant. I'm definitely not pregnant.