The Malibu

For some time Dad's been talking about selling Mom's car and today mentioned he wanted to show it to someone.I told him to let me clean it up a bit first.It was going along OK till I opened the trunk,in there was the bag holding Mom's things from hospice.Her pajamas all neatly folded like I had just done her laundry.Her well worn winter coat and gloves that I helped her into so many cold mornings to go to chemo.she was always ready to go of I was.Even those godawful weeks going to radiation every morning in subzero temperatures as long as I was game,so was she.I try to focus on those brave mornings,but all I see today is that last time she bundled up to go to the hospital knowing as well as I that she wasn't coming home this time.Even though the fucking cancer had taken so much of her mind by then she knew.I know this sadness will pass and I will be able to remember my brave and funny Mom but right now my heart hurts.

New Job

My New Wheels

As of today my duties at the Lingle Place are no longer confined to working in the Big House, I now am also a part time field hand.I am the proud operator of this fine piece of machinery you see here!First I got to experience the joy that is shopping with Big Al,all I'll say about that is I hope this mower lasts as long as they say it will because I don't think we'll be welcomed back to this fine business any time soon.On the other hand it was funny to see the chief fire up the ol' Snapper and give it full throttle I wasn't sure if it was going to drag him to Watertown or pull his arms out of their sockets.When he finally let go he was half way into the street,old people!At least I think his curiosity is satisfied.So for the first time in years I mowed anyone that's seen the place knows that's no small job.I found it oddly soothing in a Midwest Zen sort of way.of course now I'm sore as heck.Hello Flexeril & Vicodin my old friends.I better rest up I may have some plowing or baling or some shit like that to do tomorrow.