Another Apology. Another Clancy Song

One week now back in Park Sierra, our home away from traveling.  Only about half the members are here now, many of them full time residents.  Others will return in the next month or so.  We're just getting settled in, catching up on tasks and maintenance we've put off till our return.  Haven't started our visits to doctors yet, but that will start soon enough.

Of late, a few people we have met in our travels have expressed interest in reading this blog.  Apparently they think they will learn something of interest, that their time will be well spent.  They could not believe that we would make all this effort for so little result.  Some people take a lot of convincing. 

Now that you are reading, you understand.  What can we say to comfort you? 

"At least you're not watching television."

That's it.  It doesn't get any better.  Other than the occasional picture of our dog, Clancy. 

Speaking of whom, here's another brief dog ditty.
To the tune of Lookin' for Love in All the Wrong Places

 I was looking for food in all the wrong places,
  Licking the lips of too many faces.
Searching your thighs, looking for traces,
  Of what I'm dreaming of.
Hopin' to find a steak or a muffin,
  Dog bless the day I find stuffin',
Need another nose, for lookin' for food.

The Aforementioned Dog

The actual song here

Bruce