Lorraine called right after I got up at 6:30. She and "Junior," her husband, have moved to Santa Clarita and when I asked how she likes their new apartment, she said it isn't an apartment, it's a house. I was taken aback, as I didn't think they could afford a house. Then she told me it has two floors, four bedrooms, two and a half baths--what?? I can't understand how they can afford that in a pricy area like Santa Clarita. I also don't understand why they would want something that large, especially after she told me it was three stories. Sometimes I wonder if Lorraine is always factual in what she tells me.
Monday, June 2, was the anniversary of my father's accidental death seventy-five years ago. Here he is on our front porch on 15 South Rosborough Avenue, in Ventnor. Not sure what year this was, but surely in the late forties:
😾😾😾😾😾😾😾😾😾😾Now I'm annoyed with Wordle. Yesterday's solution was "admin"--what? I got it in four, but isn't that an abbreviation? I looked it up and yes--according to Merriman-Webster, yes, it is, so what gives, puzzle maker?
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