Today, it was in the 80's. Off with the sweatshirt and on with the shorts. Oh did it feel good.
Sat in the back yard with the neighbors, my daughter and grand daughter and Thomas.
Laid on a chaise lounge and looked straight up watching the planes fly to O'hara. Suddenly, a weird sounding plane flew over.

Later, I took the walk and as I got to Panera, a young couple jumped up and gave me hugs. Welcome back from Fla. WOW, did that make me feel good.
I walked around Park Ridge with a new spirit in my step and after 2 miles returned home to watch the finale of DANCING WITH THE STARS.
Yes, I love dancing. I'll dance anything except that one that goes 3 or 4 steps forward, and the same backwards. Tango ??? I hate it, I can't keep up the beat.
So, the champ for season 8 of Dancing With The Stars....is/was....Shawn...the kid gymnast.
Do you believe that, the kid won.
Can't wait until tomorrow.
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