Update with Bullets

• Happy Fourth of July to all who celebrate it!
• Being English, I do not celebrate the day we lost the Colonies!
• If the British had won, you would now all have lovely accents like me.
• Fred just got up, wished me a happy Fourth of July and said, "Ha Ha, we won!"
• It looks like a cool and sunny day outside. Yesterday, it rained all day.
• It rained because I had watered my flowers and the landlord’s garden the day before.
• There is a green tomato on my tomato-in-a-pot. There are several little tomatoes on the landlord’s tomato-in-a-pot
• Before I got this new printer, I was constantly finding things I HAD to print. Where have all those things gone?
• Today I must tie up the tomato-in-a-pot to the stake. I wanted a cage but there wasn’t one to be found in the garden shops. Next year, I will cage-shop early.
• Amazon sucks money out of my account and spits back lots of lovely Kindle books.
• The book I am reading now for the book club meeting this month is Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortensen and someone else. Actually, the someone else wrote the book and Mortensen gave him the info. It is nonfiction and I recommend it. It is, again, a book I never would have read except for the book club.
• I am doing a lot of looking– the first step before buying–at Wacom pads. I actually have a very old one plugged in right now {have I mentioned that this Apple keyboard has two USB ports on it?} and mostly use it for playing Bookworm. The Wacom site shows a lovely new model called the Bamboo which could probably seduce me back to computer art…
• The topsy-turvey tomato is still alive and growing albeit very slowly. I don’t expect tomatoes from the poor little thing… This is an old picture before it started curling up towards the light.
• It is such a lovely day outside, I may well go for a leisurely walk.
• I haven’t yet called for an appointment with the doctor who put the new hip in. I will.

QUOTATIONS:

"Step by step. I can’t think of any other way of accomplishing anything."

Michael Jordan

"Fear not for the future, weep not for the past."

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) English poet