Friday afternoon I was glued to the TV watching Mohammed Ali's brilliant send off. I was laughing out loud, moved to tears and completely inspired by all the beautiful eulogies. What a life, what a man. That Olympic torch moment still gives me goosebumps.
It's been hot and humid here again but that didn't stop us from taking an evening stroll through the wetlands on Friday night.
I don't live in a particularly picturesque little town but it has it's moments.
The wetlands are wild. There is no taming of what's going on there.
It still needs protection though. I'm glad to see someone's paying attention.
There's plenty of wildlife to be seen. They don't seem to mind the gawking. That's an osprey.
Mr. Seagull was putting on quite a show. There was something under the water it wanted and it wasn't giving up.
On Saturday we celebrated a very special birthday. MIL turned 97. With lots of help from friends and family she is still in her own home. What a blessing.
While we were at her house visiting, The Mister got to show off the garden he's tending in her backyard. That day he had a broccoli crop to harvest and it was delish. Nothing beats the stuff you grow yourself.
At 2am on Sunday, Pup woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep. I flipped on the Chromebook to check the time only to get caught up in the live stream of news coming out of Orlando. Damn, people. Just. Damn.