I saw the movie "Pirates" with my foster granddaughter, and we both enjoyed it. It was suitably silly. It was a hot day, so the theater felt nice and cool, and we browsed a bookstore beforehand. When I took her to her house, she was excited to show me some strawberries she was growing, but when she looked in her pot, the squirrels had eaten them all. I have the same problem. My backyard is a fruit factory for the critters, including my dogs, who eat the droppings from the squirrels. I get about one persimmon and three apples each year.
Oh, well. Today I'm taking a friend to a birthday lunch, and I feel pleased with the present I found for her. I do love giving gifts. So did my Mom. My Dad usually acted like gift giving was under duress, but my Mom was pleased when she found something she felt was perfect for the other person, and her enthusiasm was communicated to both my brother and I. And like my mother, I love it best when I make something myself for the other person, and love receiving those kind of presents best as well.
What a day!
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