Linda sent this gift for my 50th...Tom and I struggling on together after all this time. She dreams about me being a swan..I never have figured out that one,
but somehow it is appealing. I rather like being a swan in her dreams not being a swan too often in life. I am a swimmer and love the water. That is a little swan-like. This bowl is unusual with the two swans. Tom doesn't seem too much like a swan either, but after 50 years...anyone is a swan!
As you can see, Tom is learning to get around on his one leg. The bear in back is his last mountain chase. I don't think the bear need to fear him now, but he still owns his gun. He's sticking to mountain driving to see the wild animals. Swan??? Well. He was expecting a temporary leg yesterday, but no one come. It must not yet be ready. I am sure he will be on crutches and out walking. No, he won't go swim with me. We do our own thing, and swimming isn't it.
I am re-reading my book for errors. I need more books, so am cleaning up again.
In the meantime, I am enjoying my swan bowl. Thanks Linda!
That is a swan bowl. Pretty. I think swan suits you because you swim so beautifully. Tom looks well, as well as can be expected of a recently one-legged man.
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