Good Steve Sondy show. But enough about me.
My sister, Julie, and her husband, Steve, came up yesterday from Athens, Ohio, for a visit. Nice time.
Steve is a former SeaBee, and they weren't here 10 minutes before he fixed the light on the '90 Ford that goes above the plow. Later we put the plow back on.
What a day. The weather the last several days has been nothing short of cruel. Moonpie, even with visitors, has spent the majority of the last 24 hours camped beneath a tree in Tom's tree line to the northeast. Raccoon. Damn I love that dog.
Shelves and mom's books. I need to talk more about this because there's an earnestness and alleged annoyance about it that wasn't there mere weeks ago.
Today prettier than yesterday, but a turn for the cold next week.
Please note deafening reticence re: Alabama game yesterday.
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2 comments:
Hey man. Glad you had some goodsome relative visitation. Keeps you remembering the true spirit of that whole family thing. I've been reading Cloud Atlas, and I don't know why I say this, but I think you would really like it. Disjointed, unified, brilliant, funny and tragic. It reminds me of you, and I mean that in the best possible sense. Pat the doggie for me.
Gloomy day. Lazy day. I may need one of those books, because, as you know, I read way slow, and it's shaping up to be a long winter. And it's not even winter yet.
Compliment accepted conditionally.
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