then a steady rain. But, it stopped before 11. Still, it was nice, just short. S'pose to have thunderstorms later and maybe more rain tomorrow. Hope so, mowed yesterday, first time in three weeks and the yard is dying. Trees are suckin' all of the moisture out for themselves. That's OK, rather have trees than grass.
Got my haircut this morning after stopping at the feed store for black oil sunflower seeds. Then went for the mail and some B-B-Q'd chicken. Got dad a piece and dropped it off. WTH, a big limb from the hugh tree in his back yard came down. Just got the corner of his wood shop. He says he can get it with his chain saw. NOT.
Then he showed me his front storm door. Last Sunday, Fred was down, I asked him to come to dad's with me and put the new latch on the door. Which he did. Now it can be locked. Today, dad showed me the lower corner of the screen, looks like something or SOMEONE poke a hole in it and pushed their finger in. The screen is curved in, right at the new latch. I told dad we should call the cops, but he wanted to talk to his two neighbors first. One knows all about the low-lifes in the area and the other guy is in the fire police. Wouldn't want to mess with either one, glad they are on our side.
So, when I left dad's, I saw the one fellow down at his garage, pulled in and talked to him. He said, he'd get a hold of a couple of his buddies and they'd have that tree limb outta there in a heartbeat. Then I told him about the screen. He agreed with me that dad shoulda called the cops. We'll see what happens after dad talks to him. Maybe he can convince him, remember, I'm only 2 years old.
Later................
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Since you are only 2 years old (in your Dad's eyes) just think how lucky you are. Here I am, going to be 70 on my next birthday and there is no one to tell my I am 2 years old, except now and then when my wife tells me I am acting childish. (grin)
I'll actually be 3 on Monday. In dad's eyes only, I hope.
OK, have a happy 3rd birthday.
Thank you, my friend.
Guess that our parents always see us as their kids regardless of our age!
I worked with a young woman who told me she once asked her dad "why do you treat me like a child, I am a grown woman with children." To which he replied, "Because when I look at you, I still see that baby in the basinet." Enuf said.
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