Just a Great Day
Sunny, but cool today. The air smells like fall and if my nose were not to work, the amount of trucks hauling grain past our home is a sure sign. Trucks? What am I saying? Farmers now have 18 wheeler semi trucks to haul their products. The days of the old wooden flare boxes are no more.
I really enjoyed the workout at the Super 8 pool this morning. The manipulation of muscles, tendons and joints in the water would equate to me having to be picked up off the living room floor with a pancake turner.
This afternoon I had coffee with a gal that worked for me in the late 80s. Her retirement apartment is cozy and it is topped off with a second bedroom that makes a great sewing room. Chatting over coffee and checking out some quilt patterns made for the afternoon to go quickly.
As I pulled into the driveway after my coffee date, the little red Pickup followed me right in. The boys are back from their trip to Nebraska. A few thousand miles on the odometer attests to the fact that they had a great time. It no longer surprises me when Dennis returns from a road trip much earlier than what he had estimated when they left. Both Dennis, and his son Ken, having trucking in their blood, it is petal to the metal, and it’s called a road trip. I am very thankful it was a safe trip for them and they came home with smiles to spare.