Morning, all!
To those of you in the path of Irma / Jose, I hope you’re as safe and sound as you can be. We will likely get tropical storm strength winds and rain, which means flooding and falling trees since we’ve been dry for a while, in Atlanta.
Hubby is on his way to the farmers’ market to stock us up before the shelves are emptied. For those of you who asked, yes, my husband loved his present! So now, when his legs, knees, and back give him trouble, he has the option to use motorized two-wheeled transport, but otherwise, he’ll still putter around on his bicycle, or use public transit. We are a car-less family. 🙂
Here’s more from Joey in “Truck Me Back to Normal,” published by MLR Press.
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That night, as I lay in bed, I thought again about Barrimore Lancett. Bear. He was a man and a half, wasn’t he? Not once had he cracked a smile, but he had dimples cut into his cheeks, so I bet his grin would be spectacular. I wondered what it would take to make him laugh. I doubted I’d ever find out.
By nine o’clock the next morning, every muscle in my body ached, and I’d discovered the aroma of cow shit.
Not my favorite.
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