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Club Sheba Summer Edition. 😎🎈

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@sheba2011

House is at 92 degrees. The Tecfh thought that some of the vents may have been boxed in, so I checked after he left. All but one is opened. So that turned out to be not an issue. What was an issue is that the A/C froze. Another tech will be here in the am tomorrow. This is no longer a laughing matter. Guess I will travel at least 50 miles from here to secure a room. I will see what happens tomorrow before I make any arrangements. We have some rain in the forecast for tomorrow. Hope it cfools us down a bit. I’m drinking Purified water and the Smart Water. I hope I will be able to be with hubs tomorrow.

@shoelady60,

Good day in the ‘burgh. 😎🎈💕Lady we are all missing you very much. 💕😘
You know I love our banter about sports and T&T. 💕🎈

Whatever is going on take your time and post when you can.

I was listening to SiriusXM and the Windmills of your Mind came on it was lovely to
hear that song. I watched the Thomas Crown Affair for the first time last week and that
is the theme song. 😎💕🎈I was a mere toddler when that movie came out. Great move.

Sending Cool Vibes to you and Jake. 😘😎🎈

@taci,

Here is to a great week in S. California. 🎈😎Try not to do too much.

Happy Trails.

@oodiebom,

Good day on the Gulf Coast of Florida and I hope your morning is going well. 😎💕🎈
Oz is alright for today I just want the animals to be comfortable.

Here is some gentle rain and enjoy your visit with hubby. 💕🎈

Red Elegance in the Corridor of Time
Time is not merely numbers on a wall clock, but a sigh of breath that carves yesterday into memories, today into a struggle, and tomorrow into a riddle we assemble with fingers full of love and scars.

The Windmills of Your Mind
Song by Noel Harrison

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
When did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over, you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
A circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

The Charm of Red and White Elegance
Life is a sort of petal dance,… The red is a burning longing, the white is a silent sincerity. No need to ask the wind’s direction, just bloom and enjoy every strand of your destiny.

Celestial Grace in the Poppy Field
Time is a river of events, a violent stream that sweeps away all things fleeting; don’t trouble Ourself with the past or the future, for the only moment We truly possess to act with virtue is this very second.”