You have a tree to cut down and cut up this morning. More later, old man. . . . Mid-afternoon. You had lunch at Cracker Barrel after stopping at AAA for a road trip east later in the year. Waiting at Natorp’s for Carol to pickup contrasting color flowers for the pot by the front tree. You are beginning to organize for the trip to Florida early this summer. Three of the sisters and their families will hit Tampa/St. Pete area for at least week of togetherness, a regular ritual since 1976. June is usually the best month for it so that is when it is. Neighbors take care of the house and yard, and use the deck and kitchen alike, works out well for you both as they can use the extra fridge and stove, as well as extra tables and chairs for outdoor parties as well as convenient extra driveway space for parking.
Late afternoon you and Carol mowed the yard, you took the flat land, she took the hilly parts. Lots a body aches from a fall on the hill where you were cutting down a tree. Fortunately you finger was off the on button on the chainsaw as you fell. By suppertime you took a Celebrex to help you cope with sore joints and muscles while mowing the grass. A soaking bath instead of supper and you are feeling better as it is after twenty-two hundred hours. Errands tomorrow, as you ready for a couple of quick days in Cleveland.
What I want to know is about this conversation grandpa and granddaughter are going to have?
They already had it, boy. You can listen in tomorrow. – Post. Amorella.
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