In the time it took to answer a Freepmail, BOOM! Breakfast kitteh!
Good morning.
Did you sleep well? How did your choir go?
I forgot to text my cousin with my address. He’s in Logan, now (close to the Idaho state line) and has internet so he wants my address and phone number again. There’s my solution, right there: Ignore him, and the whole thing is over with.
Choir was fine. The new song came together well, and we were finished before 8:00, plenty of light left for people to get home. I went to bed before 8:30. Tom was out on the back step chatting with Elen, USMC, on the house phone, but I couldn’t stay awake.
Tom took Vlad to Your Local Game Store to buy the cards he wanted, and Vlad was up until 10:30 listening the most desirable ones for sale and watching his bids.
“The website says this one is worth $140!” said the entrepreneurial youth. “Not until someone offers you that much,” I replied.
As my late father used to say, “What’s a sick chicken worth? Whatever someone will give you for it!” He had a one-legged chicken as a pet when he was a little boy.
I’m going to have Vlad watch the “Intro to Investment” series on The Great Courses, and then his grandmother will set him up with a brokerage account.
How are you today?