Well, though there's not much on the forefront, on the back lawn there have been brnaches galore from the insidious storms knocking down sturdy trees and drowning patches of grass. Following that, there is the great drought which spans the migration of the theat to this area.
Father played through all the rounds of golf on Tuesday and today -- marking a hopeful end to the tragic half-games he's been playing due to his sore shoulder. Mum has been taking sewing classes and helping friend Betty with some of her issues. Today Lois is at bible study, but doubts little of that will be doen in favor of working on Betty's problems -- though unsolvable through conversation.
Marcus scored points against the tree by climbing it, cutting down limbs and hacking those apart. In a final defiant gesture, the dead limbs lashed at his eye causing him 24 hours of pain, but no real damage. Wicked as the branches are the trash service will haul them away to the old landfill that has been expanded (roughly doubling its size).
Wait a moment -- I'm writing in reversal chronological order -- oh, well ... deal with it.
On Monday Jessica has to mow the grass, but got a migraine and had to reject it -- not to Marcus' surprise, she felt amazingly better when a friend called for a sleep over. Imagine that! On the way back from dinner at Bob Evans, Marcus saw a turle on the road -- actually the railroad. Marcus, I, stopped the van, ran out and got it. I gave it to Jessica in the van to release at a safer point and area. She was delighted to do so.
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