Tuesday was a workday. My sister Sally allowed me to plane down one of her doors that wouldn’t close properly. I figured I owed her that chore for all of the mischief that I had caused her when we were children. Those of you who have older sisters will know how boys love to harass them and reject their instructions. I’m afraid to tell about all of my misdeeds as there may be no statute of limitations on some of the acts. Handymen will be pleased to know that it took me 3 trips to the home improvement store and two trips to Wal-Mart to finally finish the task. The following day, my lower back spoke to me all day long about the stretching that I had done all day on the ladder. Yes, I know I should have removed the door, but I was taking the “short cut”.
Wednesday, we drove back to Rickwood and as we arrived at the trailer, Peggy discovered that she had left her purse at Sally’s. That provided me the opportunity to turn around and drive the 50 miles back to Arab to retrieve the purse. It was a nice drive, all three times. In the evening, we had a great visit with Donald and Mary Ann in Gardendale.
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