Saturday

My new hibiscus is in bloom. The old one froze. Wimp.







Today is as perfect a Saturday morning as there could be. It is 62 degrees F. (17 degrees C), not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eye....wait, I lapsed into a Carpenter's moment there.

I am sitting in the front waiting for the furniture guys. Sounds of the neighborhood are drifting around.

My neighbor Sylvia is shouting in Spanish at her yard guy. She isn't mad, she is just really loud. Mr. Sylvia is just watching the goings on. Sylvia and her husband are from Nogales, AZ and are great neighbors.

The kid across the street came out earlier wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. When did he grow up? He said he was off to work. I told him he looked like a tycoon and he said he's trying.

The guy next door to him was just loading up his golf clubs. He lives in his parent's second home, which is across the street and over one house to the north. The parents are both big deal lawyers in a major American city back east, as we say. the kid goes to school and plays golf. That's it. He doesn't speak as nearly as I can tell, despite the fact that his mother is very social when she is here. I waved, he stared. Then he left.

The lovely 30ish woman next door just drove up. Her name is Tracy. She and her husband divorced a while back and she has a new beau, so I don't see her too much these days. Mrs. Sneed likes to taunt me by saying that Tracy is two-timing me with the new guy. Simply because I do Tracy's yard work and take out her trash cans, doesn't mean I have hopes of a May-December deal.

The guys delivering the new bed have just arrived. You may recall the saga of this stupid bed. This is the fourth time they have been here and each time the foot board would not fit to the rest of the bed. It seems the manufacturer changed bolt patterns in mid production run. They finally decided that they needed to order an entire new bed.

Chat among yourselves while I deal with the furniture delivery guys.

Okay, I'm back.

I just had to call the store because the driver refused to take the original headboard and rails with him. His suggestion was that I call the store after he left and tell them to schedule a pickup. What a lunkhead. The folks at the store set him straight.

I did something very unMerle Sneed-like yesterday. I bought myself new golf clubs. Not just any old off-the-rack golf clubs but ones fitted to me. The fitter guy said that my current clubs are too short for me and that with specially made longer clubs, I will be a seriously good golfer. His exact words were, "You will suck less." Same thing.

I almost choked when the guy rang the sale up. I had a limit I wanted to spend and these were three times the limit. Oh well, I'll make it up in golf winnings.

So now I am off to get Sneedlet One from his house, get my haircut and some other stuff. Later, our neighbor Tim is having a housewarming party, but Mrs. Sneed is working at the counseling center all day, so I will just go over, say hello and beat a retreat. I'll drag Sneedlet along to add plausibility to my story.













Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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