My neighbor had mentioned that her church had a program for it’s youngster which dealt with helping others.  She asked if I could use some help with the yardwork to get caught up.  I said I would be delighted for the help.

This afternoon at 1pm my doorbell rang and in no time at all there was a Dad driving the tractor and several teenage boys starting several projects in the yard.  They were weed wacking, running the lawn mower,  picking branches up and hauling them to a pile in back of the shed. 

My neighbor made lemonade, I had a case of coke that wasn’t being used.  I decided that I would get pizza as a thank you for all their help because everytime I would start a chore someone would walk up and take over. 

One of the boys made the comment that I wasn’t used to having help was I.  I smiled and said not this much help and thank them again.

Just a moment out to wish my ‘one and only’ Grandson a very Happy Birthday and one hundred more!  Love Yah!

I have just spent a half an hour posting on this blog only to see it fall off the page and never return—shit—So I start again.

Thursday morning at 5:45am I was in Flint at the MRI Diagnostics center starting a one hour session.  Lie on your back, perfectly still, in a cave with the ceiling three inches from your nose, and hear a machine pop, growl, whir, rumble, and thump for an hour in five-minute increments.  Oh what a joy!!  Then get up, drive the second half of a 60 mile round trip so you can fall in bed for another two and a half hours.

Then it was on the road again to Pontiac where we picked up Jay’s new glasses. (Another 88 mile round trip.  Does Conlee Oil love me? What do you think?)  Not that I am complaining about the glasses—Lord knows it beats having a semi-blind husband for six months.   

Now Jay is shouting up the stairs which channels we now have on local TV.  Five years in this area and the only local news channel on my satellite has been from Chicago.  Not too helpful in learning about local events when you live in Otisville.  Oh boy! I can hardly wait to tune in Bay City or Saginaw (I think that may be like Chicago come to think of it).

This afternoon I’m going to do something I very seldom do.  I’m going to a plant exchange at my neighbor Phyllis’ house.  It is not because I am into plants and gardening, but that I need to right a wrong.  I have lived in this dome for five years and have exchanged conversation with one neighbor.  Shame on me!!!

I have spent my life advocating a person should extend a hand and a smile to another person because everone needs to be recognized and then I crawl into my cave the minute I hit my driveway—what an asshole I am.  So today I march forth to meet my neighbors in person.  I hope stoning is not on the agenda!!!

Wow what a two days that was.  Sunday morning the Wes and lovely wife Deb showed up with ice cream, chocolate cake and gifts for Jay.  Also I got a large bunch (actually two) of flowers. They left about 1:00pm because the kids were going to be home from their activities.

In the afternoon the Evil One, his lovely wife Anne, and beautiful daughter Courtney came to spend the night and part of Monday with us.  Sunday was hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill, potatoe salad, ice cream and cake.  A couple of movies, ‘Big Fish’ and the latest ‘Peter Pan,’ were the entertainment. 

Monday morning brought Sweet Thing and David up in time for our breakfast of french toast sticks (Schwanns style) and sausage links.  Cindy brought Balderdash and Remote Possibilities to play.  Dave, Courtney, Cindy, Anne, and I played the games until just before lunch.  Les and Jay were upstairs on the computer. 

Around 2:30pm Les and family had another appointment and left for that.  Leaving the remaining four of us with a large pan of lasagna,  ice cream, and a German chocolate cake to dig into.  We played pinochle (girls, and I use that term loosely, against the guys) and the girls won.  I could attribute it to excellent playing and extra lucky cards, but actually it was probably just Jay getting one year older and Dave not getting any sleep the night before.  But anyway I say, Hail to the Victors!!!!