Correspondents

Monday, Aug. 18, was my Zoey day. She’s getting older and changing day by day. She still has a bottle once in a while. I fed her oatmeal for breakfast. I cooked enough for the both of us. 

One beautiful, warm day this summer, Jim and I were sitting in the backyard watching puffy white clouds float by. We would survey the changing shapes and use our imagination to identify various animals. The clouds presented us with an ever-changing puzzle. I wonder if cloud puzzles were the inspiration for hidden picture puzzles.

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