It’s nice that Zeke has a hobby. James and Vlad are doing end-of-year tests in the unusually peace and quiet. (Girls are at work, Frank and Kathleen at VBS, Pat contemplating calculus, Tom in bed.)
I made an appointment to get two new tires on the van tomorrow morning. The rear ones have almost no tread.
I feel like I’m never going to get all the letters written this week. I try to get them all written on Sundays but I’m still writing, and have one more to go. I write to my son, my Real Brother, my daughter (now that she has moved) and today I’ll start writing to James again, now that he’s married. And now that I have an address for him!
The first letter will contain detailed instructions for laundering the luncheon cloth, of course, and then the news. They’re still at Bryce Canyon, evidently in her family “cabin.” (The size of the cabins there would qualify as mansions, here!)
Oh golly, but I feel washed out. Just about the time I was ready to sleep yesterday, some big truck parked by one of the buildings close by and revved its engine. I’m sure it was doing something, but I saw no evidence of it when I walked to the truck this morning to go to Walmart.
So, now I’ll start my letter to James and Abbie by giving detailed instructions for the laundering of the cloth, including how to get grease stains out. Absolutely fool proof method of that!