It's a beautiful day today. About 33 and should get to mid-fortys. No moisture in sight.
Stopped in to see the truck yesterday. All painted and beautiful, he's starting to put it back together.
Had breakfast with friends at the Methodist Church on Saturday. It's always a good spread. Then went up to the cemetery. Half-brother is not dead yet, at least there's no date on the stone. Now, I know what you are thinking...that's cold! Well, you must understand, his wife, 'the wicked witch of the west', drove a wedge between him and his family. And since he had no kahonas to stand up to her, I more-or-less wrote him off a long time ago. He visited our ailing mother 3 times in 15 years, and they lived 12 miles from her. I could go on and on, but such are a lot of families. It saddens me to think what could have been.
Got my taxes done on Thursday and will be getting some back this year. That's good, although I've got about seventy-eleven gazillion places to spend it, I'll try to squirrel it away, and not go to the gun shop.
Well, should do something today. Or, maybe not.