As you can see, Bjarne was busy doing laundry gymnastics on his final day living at The White House Commune...
…and trying again to beat Ashlynn at Rummikub, which they played daily (mostly alone, but occasionally I’d play with them).
Jimmy made his prize-winning chili again, this time over an open fire.
Most folks would probably think that we were crazy to allow Bjarne to move in without meeting him first. Luckily from the moment that he arrived on March 20 until he left on May 18, he did nothing but spread happiness. After hashing with us six times during lockdown, he was no longer
Just Bjarne, but will forever more be known as
Lockdown Shag.
Jimmy climbed the fence to have a chat with our neighbors, who invited us around for dessert the following week. It was incredible how something as normal as entering our neighbor’s house could feel so reckless.
Here is Bjarne checking out the tight plaid trousers that he’d bought for himself, but didn’t fit.
As in many things during these unpredictable times, this didn’t turn out to be Bjarne’s last night with us after all as he just couldn’t stay away.
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