A busy weekend of household and outdoor chores. The weather only cooperated Saturday and then it started raining again. I wore jeans and a turtleneck sweater today.
That's just wrong.
I stayed up until one o'clock in the morning to watch Mick Jagger on Saturday Night Live. I laughed so hard, I woke My Driver - sleeping at the other end of the house.
The best part (though the sketch was a bit weak) was Mick Jagger portraying Steven Tyler:
Though Mr. Jagger was brilliant, funny (and he sang a few tunes as well), you are lucky to view him here via your computer screen. I had to watch him in HD on a 50" screen. Dude is old.


By the way, these are the last photos I will be receiving of our lot at the Motorcoach Country Club from Jim & Mary. The temperatures have grown too warm - they are now on their way home to The Great State of Washington.

Arnold doesn't think I am going to like my planned fire pit location. He thinks I would like it somewhere else. Thing is, Mr. Castro is most-likely right. This is where timing is on his side.
Look at this:


Until my next update from SoCal, I remain, your soggy correspondent.