The sun shone, it was a lovely day, so there is that. We took Buddy to the dog park. The Crazy Spud Lady was there with Spud the dog, so we avoided her. The grass was verdant green in the gorgeous morning sun. The Crazy Spud Lady standing in the middle of the park. What was she wearing on her head? Was it a turban? It was a cross between a rag and that crazy gingham head towel that the Arabs wear. It gave her the look of someone whose head was being held together with a bandage. She had on a shapeless coat, so the whole style was Crazy Spud Lady meets scarecrow, all that was missing was the cross strapped to her back. And the limbs akimbo pose. Sam was all for avoiding her altogether, but I said, "Don't be afraid," and we said hello as we passed her by and that was that. She can make your ears bleed with the nonsense that comes out of her mouth that is for sure, but the trick is just don't stop walking and you'll be fine, say hello and everyone is relatively happy.
I listened to John Farnham on my headphones as I vacuumed the house.
We walked to Richmond and ate Hoi An food. We ordered too much and felt revoltingly full by the time we left.
We shopped for groceries and lugged four green bags home full of produce like mules, a bag slung over each shoulder.
We watched Loving Vincent, the painted movie, painted in Vincent van Gogh style. It was good, lovely really. Armand Roulin, the main character was gorgeous. It is the second time, after Archer, that I have found an animated character hot.
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