An Autumn Day in June. 6/10/2006

The day keeps bouncing back and forth between 65 and 70 degrees.  Sheryl and I took a ride to Anderson's for spice wine and cider donuts because we're milking this "fall" day-with-no-threat-of-winter for all it's worth.  It is a joy getting a pretend autumn day.  We settled on a fabulous Port that does the spice wine thing with way more power-WOW.
(No donuts because they are not in season) shhhhhh.  There is a pot of Italian sausage soup on the stove top.  Maggie is galloping, no, prancing, around the yard in a crazysweet hippie outfit and hat.  Sheryl's sitting in the middle of her magic, resting her damaged discs, soaking them in wine.  Zack and Em are swimming - brrrrr - and frisbeeing and Jack Johnsoning and learning to know each other again.  Morris is lounging on the gazebo railing.  Lucy's sniffing the perimeter, looking for crumbs.  Anderson's Indiana Port is warming my belly and filling me with silly.  Life just can't get better than this.

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*Note: A quick history on the power of that last sentence...
My sister Jen believes that every time you announce (with all the conviction you can muster) that life simply cannot get any better than this, that God/universe/source takes that as a personal challenge.  She has since proven this theory too many times to count.  Try it.  I dare you.