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Well a belated good morning to you. I slept late (until 9:00), took this lovely photo, and then gathered up Freckles and we headed to the dog park. I believe anyone who is feeling down should go to a dog park. You can’t feel bad at a dog park. You also can’t play a depressing song on a banjo — even if it’s played by an incredibly scary looking guy. So if you had a banjo player at a dog park it would usurp Disneyland as the happiest place on earth. I dated a guy who once referred to his nether region as the happiest place on earth. Believe me it was no Disneyland — more like one of those rides outside of K-Mart and I’m still not sure it would have been worth the quarter.
And speaking of going up and down … the elevator in my building is finally working again. It has been “modernized” and was out of commission for almost six weeks. I live on the first floor so it wasn’t too big a hassle, except carrying groceries and a dog up one flight of stairs from the basement garage. Freckles will go down the stairs, but she won’t go up the stairs — I think it’s too hard with only one back leg. So it was fun to ride the elevator today. Unfortunately it has one of those annoying voices — “Basement, going up” — well let’s hope. So it’s a good day — the sun is shining, it’s not that cold, the elevator is working, and I’m still beautiful. I think I’ll listen to some banjo music. Da, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.