
I can’t remember the last time I actually jumped.
Can you? 
And at 72, why would I jump?
Maybe a teeny, tiny “jump” when HR sneaks up behind and tickles me. But that hardly qualifies as a legitimate jump, does it?
Grandson Gabriel participated in a basketball tournament up in Atlanta this weekend.
He’s a great jumper.


Perhaps I could learn a lesson or two from G.

I set forth an intention to look for ways to jump this coming week.
Join me?
I’m catching up on posts from April 8th (Oy!)
I am a fanatic about shapes and love modern architecture for just such a reason. Giove men circles, squirts and angles over flowing shapes any day!
I love cloud watching. Especially from a plane.
Picnics are the best!
Asparagus and Corn on the Cob are two of my favorite vegetables.
I have yet to try making soup. It’s like cocktails, only hotter, am I right?
Love is the answer!
Trees make me happy!
crooked is only bad when it comes to politicians and landlords 🙂
I can’t jump anymore without risk of injury. Same is true about walking, getting up, bending, turning….
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Love your comments, Sassybear! And yes, love IS the answer.
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