Henry HATES palm fronds. or maybe he loves them and wants to make more of them, I don't know. This big yard is littered with fallen dried out palm fronds and Henry spends a good part of the day carrying them around, shaking them, shredding them and generally having a grand time. A woman was walking by this morning, glanced over and then came to a dead stop and laughed out loud.
I have always thought I approach life at a pretty slow pace, but I am a whirlwind of a human being compared to people down here. On the road, in the aisle at the (freezing cold) grocery, on the sidewalk, everyone is dawdling, frequently doing nothing more than staring into space, clearly in a different zone than we are. Stay tuned, maybe in a month we'll be joining them.
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