Plumbers Named James and Yard Care…

I had been telling my father that I thought my toilet was leaking. I had a suspicion that I could hear it dripping.  I was under the house yesterday going through some old vinyl records of mine and I saw water dripping from the ceiling where the toilet is.  Charlie was immediately dispatched by dad to find us a plumber.  His name was James and boy was he a character.  I almost cried when I pulled out my wallet to pay him for his services, though.  My cars and my house are going to make me go broke.

“If you help me get my yard cut and clean, then we will do yours,” dad told me mustering up the cavalry before I got off the phone. 

Dad and I worked for hours and hours cutting grass, trimming hedges and pulling down vines,  Our yards now both look pristine in the bright sunshine of this morning.  It is a good feeling to walk outside and feel so, so much pride in your achievement and handiwork. We worked our asses off in the heat of the day.

Furniture Shopping At Fort Benning… 

Dad, Charlie, and my mother are going to look for furniture down in Columbus, Georgia for their dens this morning at the Laz-E-Boy Memorial Day sales event.  Dad asked me if I wanted the couch and chairs currently in their den. They are certainly beautiful, but I declined.  “I fear It is to big to fit in my den,” I told my father.  “And besides, Maggie likes to sit on the back of our current couch. It’s her guard dog perch.”

Doris to the Rescue…

My neighbor, Mr. Ed, fell and broke his hip Friday night.  His three adopted children were in town to help see about him and take care of his affairs while he is in the hospital.  Dad opened the fence without thinking about Maggie and Maggie bolted out of the gate.

“Shit!” dad exclaimed. “We will never get her now. Son of a Bitch!”

Doris, Ed’s daughter, was walking through Joyce's yard to come and see us.  Maggie ran straight to her and Doris picked her up despite her weighing thirty pounds. It was like a miracle happened I told my father later.

“Thank you so very, very much,” I told Doris. “She doesn’t understand or fear cars and getting in the road.”

A Day With a Steak is a Good Day Indeed…

The evening ended with mom and dad both bringing Maggie and I grilled steaks special delivered from Charlie.  There was a big bag of table scraps for Maggie which elated her.