0600 hours PST The third time is a charm so here I go attempting another diary now that I am wiser and older. The weather is crazy here but since that is old folks' talk I will try to steer away from it in detail and only touch lightly on medical issues since these are great topics to save for semi assisted living should the day come I find myself residing in such a facility. I don't want to be without an interesting repertoire at dinner time. Should I choose a place in Texas, that would be supper time. I made the mistake of over-fertilizing my lawn. I have to mow it every 3 days. That doesn't make for edge-of-the-seat reading so enough of that jaw-dropping excitement. Jaws are dropping only to yawn. I am considering ordering a hat. A great hat for an old eccentric mountain ranch woman, one such as myself. It is spendy but 100% beaver and waterproof. It sheds water like ducks back. I should save the money for my coming new dentures but ... no strike that last sentence and save it for future senior facility dining. The hat is handmade in Colorado, my birthplace, so I am tempted but so far have restrained my hand from pushing Order Now. I have been only playing the guitar once or so a week. I don't know why as I am losing a lot of ability I worked years to accomplish. It is easier to sit here on my lazy duff and pound the keys. Shameful but true. Hopefully, I will have something exciting to post about tomorrow. Maybe even something funny to say if I can get my neurons firing in the desired sequence.