I suspect the only time I won’t be here is when I move, and everyone will know about that.
The wind is blowing and ugly but I sat outside with Charlie for a while. He said that Chuck, the stroke victim, is losing interest in rehab. I will talk to Zeke in the morning, as he is the only person who goes to see Chuck on a regular basis. That is sad.
Chuck has three sons and an ex-wife, as well as a half-sister who is ill, and none of them seem to care about him. One of his sons is in Yuma, knows his dad has had a stroke but won’t come up.
Chuck must have been real jerk in his younger days.
People don't realize that sowing and reaping happen in this life as well as the next.
The rush at the store is over and we have electricity again so I can finally do some freeping.
Afternoon 'Face!
It’s not easy to leave Yuma.
It follows.