Happy Birthday Mary Fay. I no longer think of you every day. Not sure when that actually happened. Maybe it’s due to the passing of the years. I haven’t forgotten you though. I say Hey, every time I drive by the cemetery every time I go get my hair cut. There are odd times like when I’m trying to figure out what earrings to wear that I pick up those dangling ones you gave me a long time ago. There is the picture on my cabinet from your birthday, makes me wonder what your life would be like if you were still alive. You would have been 60….maybe your lucky you aren’t going to have to grow old, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Spent the weekend cleaning leaves off the lawn at mom’s. Thanks to M getting a hair across his ass about the roof on the place and “washing” his hand of the whole thing. G and I worked on it Sat. I tried to get the lawn tractor going but it wouldn’t start. G called W on Sat at the farm and he stopped Sun on his way back. He got it started and mowed while G and I picked up the huge piles of leaves. My back was not happy. I wouldn’t have been as bad if M had mowed a couple of weeks ago. Love him but he can be such a pain if we don’t do things his way. Did he find out how much the shingles were going to cost. Did he try to find someone that would do the roofing if we bought the shingles out right? Nope, Nope he didn’t yet he get’s pissed and it’s all our fault. It is what it is but still annoying.
And….again didn’t finish the day!