Delusional skeptic, reveling in a multiple-personality disorder. Alternating between a 21st-century blogger, a 3rd-century BC Carthagenian general, a 5th-century BC druid, a 23rd-century BC Beaker-people trader, a 20th-century Estonian freedom-fighter, a time-traveler, and a sheepdog in Wyoming.
Ah, after the sandbox comes a bath in the tub. Which probably felt real good on a hot summer's afternoon.
I wonder who that is in the background, with the white shoes. The car in the background looks familiar - I wonder if this was taken the same day as the "Cowboy Tom" picture posted early on in this blog.
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A Bungalow picture. The pavement (lower right) was flat river stones with concrete between, until Grandpa made forms and made a solid concrete one. Grammy used to put "wash bluing" in the water when we played in this tub. Not to bleach us, just to make it look like the ocean I guess. It was harmless, and we didn't turn blue. Janet
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A Bungalow picture. The pavement (lower right) was flat river stones with concrete between, until Grandpa made forms and made a solid concrete one. Grammy used to put "wash bluing" in the water when we played in this tub. Not to bleach us, just to make it look like the ocean I guess. It was harmless, and we didn't turn blue.
Janet
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