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Scoop

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I think I found the Ice Cream Scoop I’ve been looking for all my life. Actually a sculpture called “the Cardinal.”

Scoop this.
Photo by Mike Hartley

I should get moving this morning, but its Saturday and after traveling last weekend, I find it relaxing to be at home again. And its fun getting time to write and post a few things. My better half’s sister is in town from across the country. It’s special seeing someone you only get to see once or twice a year at best. Those times are remembered and not taken for granted.

Got a special test coming up. Need to find my next good luck charm. I think I have an idea for that and I think I’ll make it myself.

It’s time to crank up the tractor and clean up some of the homestead today. So I bid farewell for a bit.

Two scoops.
Photo by Mike Hartley


Did you ever? Well yeah!

I discovered they make a matching color cover for my oil cap for my car. Now that’s vain but I’m still interested.

If there were any cross I could bear for my children, I would.

The older I get the less I Facebook. That is probably good news for the younger folk.

Trying to define sane and insane is insanity.

Do you ever wonder? Not since this administration took over.

Author: Mike Hartley

With a lifetime and a half in the Newspaper industry I'm preparing for my retirement career as an Artist, Writer, Photographer and Video content provider. I'm a proud father of two wonderful children and I'm still married to the first girl I fell in love with and probably only one that would have me.

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