Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for January 05, 2022

I remember those days well…

Pure joy! I experienced that for awhile yesterday. Just couldn’t express my delight with physical abandon, like Pasquale does!

I have a feeling that Pasquale’s happiness is about to end soon.

I’ve tried giving various things to birds and small wildlife. Results varied. Despite their obvious fondness for such fruits as bananas, watermelons, and mandarins, grackles don’t even recognize pitted dates as food. And when I offered Takis to assorted wild poultry, the chickens loved them (the baby chicks practically swarmed the car), the peacocks accepted them unenthusiastically, and the guinea fowl — again — didn’t seem to realize they were something meant to be eaten.

No school

must be a snow day. I remember after a hard snow waking up putting on the radio and just praying i hear my school listed

High on drugs probably.

Three degrees of self mastery: The Beginners runs around in pure joy because they don’t know any better. At the Journeyman level the person is full of dread and woe because they know all the things that could go wrong. The Master run around in pure joy because they know that no matter what happens they will still be themselves so it doesn’t matter.

Those were the days, my friend, thought they’d never end :’ )

I would hope that you find more walnuts than that……

I feed peanuts to the squirrels every morning and have recently started tossing a walnut to any who are out there waiting when I open the window. Some eagerly snatch the walnuts; others seem skeptical about them.

This comic always makes me happy!