I just haven’t had time to get my act together this week to finish off a nice true story — all this stuff I put down in black and white is true blue. First, the physical therapy guy must’ve taken a real dislike to me because he worked my poor mutilated knee with such a vengeance that I couldn’t move after the Wednesday workout, and now on Sunday I would like nothing more than to skip tomorrow’s visit to this torture chamber disguised as a healing salon.
Then, my great nephew fromMorroBaycame on Monday — or it may’ve been Tuesday. Confusion was reigning around here. ButMarshallis a dream-boat to have for a visit. He’s our go-to guy, and this time he was busy refurbishing our swamp cooler in the garage. It’s been there 10 years, and he has kept it going, so now with replacements it will last another 10 — that is, if he keeps visiting and tinkering with it.
We also had the Warden’s son, Dean, who was accompanied by a beautiful, charming young lady who stole our hearts. Her name isCrystal. The 3 of them went off with Tammy hiking, and Tammy will have a blog for sure with all that. So you see, with all this activity around with these young folks, it was hard for me to keep up. It was a great Thanksgiving. I think the Warden enjoyed it too.