Another Candle on the Chicken Pot Pie

Mike turns . . . a whole bunch today. Seventy-three, I think. But as he says, he's in pretty good shape for the shape he's in. He can still make it down to the footbridge and back, as we did this morning. And his mind is still as sharp as a doorknob.

Case in point: On our walk a couple of days ago, we spied this red-shouldered hawk perched on top of a basketball backboard in someone's driveway. M took out his camera and got a nice close-up of him. Then he made a joke that was so subtle I had to do some online research before I understood it. What he said was, "Do you suppose he's one of those Atlanta Hawks?" (Google as necessary.)

Here's the bird:

As for birthday festivities, I believe relaxation is high on the list. In fact, if I know M, it is the list! And I'm sure he'll be forgoing the traditional cake in favor of chicken pot pie:

Yummy!

Upward-Facing Dog

I've taken up yoga! I wish I'd discovered it earlier in my life. It enhances my serenity like you wouldn't believe.

My favorite yoga position is called "upward-facing dog." Sometimes I do it on my bed in the living room.

 But other times I prefer just the rug.

When I practice yoga outside in the grass, it helps me stay grounded. (hee hee)

Whew! A little of that grounding goes a long way, so I have to take frequent breaks.

One nice thing about a yoga workout is that it always makes me smile.

Have you smiled today?

Where are they now? Chapter 23 . . .

What happened to Dennis the Menace when he grew up?

He changed his name and became an immigrant-bashing carnival barker.

Listen up, jarheads!

Happy 240th birthday.

Semper Fi . . . and a great big Ooh-rah!

From everyone's favorite Devil Dog,

Corporal Buddy, USMC