My next door neighbor as a child was a cranky old codger direct from Scotland. Couldn’t understand a single word he said. He didn’t tolerate children and went w-a-y beyond “Hey, you kids, get off my lawn.” when displeased with us.
Every kitchen needs a good-sized calendar for appt. writing. I still have a calendar on my phone, which conveniently reminds me of upcoming tasks, but I still enjoy a good paper calendar.
[Heaven is way so so so much better and hell is way so much worse then what today’s comic shows.]
And you know this how?