I'M STILL REMEMBERING MAY...

Midway through the month there was a birth.  The Yard Man was a proud Horse Man!  He named the colt Simon, and passed out photos.

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And, there was a death.  The Yard Man and I attended the memorial service for an old friend of his.  Jerry was a man well-loved by many.  He died an untimely death as a result of early-onset Alzheimer's.   It was a sad occasion, a beautiful service.  I had much to ponder, Reader Dear, as I listened to the pastor give his end-of-life words of comfort.
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The public library held their annual book sale in May.  
When First Daughter suggested that we attend together, I happily agreed.  "But I'm not buying any books," I reasoned to myself, "since I've already got enough books to build a towering monument to 'This-Book-is-Only-Two-Dollars-Why-Not-Buy-it?'!"

(My monument now towers twelve books higher.  In spite of the fact that it's a charitable cause, and all of these tomes are recycled, next year, Dear Reader, I'm building my monument to The Joys of Self-Restraint)

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There was at least one lovely evening at the park during the month of May.   Every actor acted as though life was simply made for lovely evenings at the park!

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I must move along to June, Reader Dear.
It has a way of always following May, and I've discovered there is never any stopping to catch up.
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