Our day started out over at Dads on his 92nd birthday and just
ended with washing the grime off the car. Dad was like a kid in
a candy store in anticipation of cake and presents and was
I don’t believe there is much the world can throw at him that
would keep him down. His walker, which he was told by the
doctor he needed to use at all times, is pushed off to the side
and he uses his cane.
So after a good visit we came back home, the wife went to bed,
and I got busy. Took a few picture in between checking the chores
off the honey-do list while wondering what I was doing outside
in the 90+ degree heat when the house has central air. Then I
remembered, I like being outside.
Next time I work outside I’m not wearing a black t-shirt.
Enjoy our Sunday as the work week is only a dream away.
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