One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
A couple of weeks ago, when Antony was visiting, he and I went with Aunt Gay and Uncle Joe and walked a good portion of the La Chua Trail. Below are the photos I took (you might have to come to the site if you’re looking at this in an RSS reader, the albums don’t always come through). We saw a couple alligators. Heh. A couple.
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I love alligators. Don’t know why, they’re not at all cuddly, or even really personable. Maybe that’s why. Like Honey Badger, Alligator don’t give a fuck.