speaking of forgotten things . . . and found things. i bought and forgot these "forever" stamps last week at my post office. today i went back and one of the nice clerks, Erwin, asked "did you leave some stamps here last week?" it is the little things that can sometimes bring the biggest joys. i looked and looked and looked for these stamps last week. oops, i think i left them and tony outside . . .
i took this photo in 1999. today i took it off the wall, out of the frame, and scanned it into the computer. now there is only one of my photos left on the wall.
Wyatt in the early morning (Wyatt belongs to Patti)(but to clarify, Patti does not belong to Dave)(just friends)(Patti lives up front)(Dave is my next door neighbor from Ireland who watches over my place when i go on my little adventures)(he paints for a living)(not to be confused with Roberto and Daniel who live down the walkway)(Daniel teaches English as a second language and Roberto from Argentina is a hair stylist and paints)(the artist kind of painter not the house-painter kind like Dave)(oh, and Sadie the dachshund belongs to Don the bank manager).
