Spent the day impressing the boys: holding ticks, foraging for salamanders, exploring uncharted creek lands, that sort of thing. Good times. Both were 11, one my nephew, one his friend from back home. City boys. Spur of the moment thing: brother in law broke down late last night, along the interstate, just him and the boys, luckily within an hour of us, in his brand new, shiny red, desperate grasp at something or other, I don't know. Sweet looking ride though. Saw it today when I returned the young skater punks. The dad looked tired. Poor shiny red was strapped tightly to the trailer. Always one step away from happiness he is, it's hard to watch. But the boys were great. My bean's still ecstatic.
Yeah. It's good to be off treatment.
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3 comments:
I am so glad to hear that you're doing well and life is good.
Keep it up!
Ms. Moon
Oh yeah, I suffered through the purchase of several shiny red things, and blue things, each one more expensive than the last one, each one faster than the last one, none of which I was permitted to drive, except when the mood struck him, and/or if he got too drunk or too tired to drive home himself, and if this man is still having a mid-life crisis, he's going to live to be 124! Now the last one is for sale and this man is prepared to absorb a major loss on it, as it was bought just last year!
Cool save for the boys, I bet they will never forget that.
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