The Day After
Yesterday the remaining dead lilacs were cut out and loaded. I remained quiet and watched from afar.
Knowing Ken would be visiting, I had asked Dennis’ son the trucker to take care of cutting down the lilacs that were marked. Ken visits once a year and always asks his dad to pick him up at the airport then asks for the use of Dennis’ little red pickup. I thought turn around would be fair play. He said he would take care of it, have the saw barrowed and he would be at our home by ten yesterday morning. By three in the afternoon, I began to wonder.
Lo and behold, Ken had shoved the job off to Grandson Ryan. After Ryan had been ramrodding concrete all day, he would be at our home after six. I think that took guts. That is when Dennis said I should be on the patio in case there were some questions. Ryan went after the job like no one’s business. Ryan threw the cut ones onto the patio for Ken to take to the trailer Dennis had on the drive ready to take what was cut. After two trips from the patio to the drive Ken was looking for a lawn chair. Oh my gosh! Talk about a softy that has a lot more hanging over the front of the belt than Ryan, Dennis and myself combined. Then we got to hear about a bad back! Yup . . . ready to sit on the bar stool when he visits and go out to eat and talk smart.
When Dennis and I were alone last night, Grandpa Dennis said he would remember Ryan when Ryan would least expect it as we had really appreciated him and the job he did after working all day.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Ryan did such a good job of cleaning up. The end of this week is going to be cooler and I will take my six inch rake and make tidy, tidy in the lilac area. It won’t take much. We needed to let Ryan get home for his supper and resting to make ready for what Wednesday had on the cement docket.