Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

And what does that mean?

No walks for Don.  All he got was a short trip out to the mailbox.  He had to ‘make do’ with the front yard.  He is not happy at all.  We tried to explain that we were old farts and could easily fall, but I don’t think he was listening.

I finished some blocks.  There are still many more waiting.

Sweet Baby Rue had the best solution.

Tags: No walks for Don, Sweet Baby Rue

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