See that stuff up there. I walked out of work this morning and felt a little different. I wasnt assaulted by the sun at 8:30 in the morning threatening to give me third degree burns if i didnt get to my car fast enough. The air was cooler, maybe 65 0r 70. It felt good. When i got in my car, the weather guy said possible thundere and lightening and rain. We coul.d use some rain. there are three fires burnign here right now. I dont know what stage of burning they are, how much under control they are. In anycase, we could really use the rain, if the rain Gods feel so inclined to let us have some. That would be nice.
Last night i sat with the front and back doors open to let in some fresh air. We have a security lock on the front screen door. the fresh air felt good. I love it when we can open the doors and let in real air. Well, ther I was, enjoying the fresh air in my house, and all of a sudden, someone started smoking. Now. I ma not anti smoking, smoke if you want to, its your lungs. But, the aroma went into my house. I was torn, do i close the door and deny myself some fresh air, or keep them open and suffer. I kept them open. I left the back door open when i went to work and came home this morning and my house smells like someone was smoking in it. Crap. sometimes ya just cant win.
Ok, now her is the big news. tomorrow my son, his wife, AND MY TWO GRANDCHILDREN, get here. I cant wait. I get to see my granbabies, i get to see my granbabies, i get to see my granbabies. Im a little excited, can you tell. They are in Petaluma right now visiting Andy's sister and hopefully meeting some of his other family. He didnt realise he had other family that knew him. that is a long story not for here.
Oh, and one more thing. I am writien another story, and i think I am near the end. So get ready to gathere your grown children one more time for story telling time. This is not a story for the babies, it may scare them. part of it scared me. let me know when you are ready for story telling time again.
Ok, that is all for now. Catch ya later gater.
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