By Ogden Nash
Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.
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Tuesday was a catch-up and chore day after the long weekend, which was fine because I really needed to get some laundry done. I didn't do anything exciting until after lunch, when someone decided to light a bunch of fireworks very loudly off the dock despite it being daytime. We walked to the beach in the afternoon, then my Voyager group got together to chat, though we didn't watch an episode because one person was visiting her family and another had family visiting her.
Paul made arroz con (veggie) pollo with the leftover rice from our Indian food, which we ate while watching the end of the Orioles' glorious victory over the White Sox. The Yankees game had an even more exciting ending -- the Rangers hit a walk-off grand slam -- leaving the Os in sole possession of first place, though the Mariners yet again gave up a walk-off run and lost. Now we're watching the new episode of Only Murders in the Building. Duck races at the Evergreen State Fair:
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