Weekend Notes

My geek son-in-law rescued my movie script off an old computer. Now I need to purchase Final Draft software to finish it and send it off with hopes of finding a producer.

Marianne and her poodle Sugar are visiting from Seattle. Her first trip to Bellingham. Her favorite spot is the Chocolate Art store. The chocolatier here is an artist and uses the finest ingredients. I don't think there are any better chocolates anywhere than right here in Bellingham, Washington.

Melissa's turkeys keep flipping over and getting stuck on their backs. Mark found a mysterious critter--muskrat? nutria? Not sure.

I think Tom is home in Kentucky again. Saw him online on Facebook, but didn't have a chance to chat.



Cooked eggs Florentine for the Jesus Gathering. A would-b e faith healer was speaking. Annoying. Juvenile. Narcissistic. Looking for power and wondrous signs, rather than seeking the face of Christ Himself. I left.

The F.G.O.D.

My grandaughter Mary tells me she now has an F.G.O.D. on the farm.
What's that?
A flying goose of death.
It seems a white Canadian snow goose flew over the farm, saw all the good grub and decided to stay. First thing she did was leap up and bite the biggest sheep's behind. She held on for all she was worth, flapping her wings while the sheep ran for its life. The goose seems bent on educating everyone on the farm about who is top dog, er, goose.