Hard to believe it's almost December 1st. Today is 82 degrees, partly cloudy. We have just returned from mowing son Matthew's lawn, yes, we are still mowing lawns. Although, the growing season for grass has slowed down considerably, Mr. Bill wanted to get it done today. Treatment starts Thursday and although the doctor says side effects should be minima,l he doesn't want to chance it. If anything fatigue and some pain while relieving himself are the two biggies he is worried about. Let me just interject something...if it is fatigue he is worried about, he's getting a head start on the nap thing. As I put the last empty box of Christmas decorations back in the garage, I came in through the porch, only to find the Egg-Nazi snoring away on the couch. I know I keep him moving when I am off from work, but...oh well let's just leave it at but. Starting the 12th of December I have nine days off. OMG...this hasn't happened since we left Connecticut. Obviously we will be staying put, his treatments are weekly and first things first. That boy is really going to be happy when those nine days are over, I keep his ass moving. No time to wallow or think on my watch!
Today we noticed more and more decorations popping up on the front lawns of the community. Popular items still seem to be those wire reindeer, trees and Santa Claus. One little wind storm and they'll be in the neighbors yard. According to Mr. Bill, the outside Christmas display expert, "ya gotta anchor them bad boys"! True, but I do remember freezing to death one year as we anchored those "G-damn bad boys" outside, across the street from Fred's News. Mr. Bill had the bright idea, "let's light up the neighborhood." I do believe it was our final holiday season at Fred's. Talk about going out in style. Not only did I have to help, the inside of Fred's was all mine, thanks to Mark living in Florida! Admittedly, the cold does set the mood for the season. Mr. Bill might not agree. He still has vivid memories a providing power to his massive, "let's light up the neighborhood", scheme. Clearly I remember that day. After put up a half dozen or so real Christmas trees, completely decked out with lights, wire reindeer strategically placed in the midst of this luminous pine forest, Mr. Bill says..."Let's hook up the power!" Sure big guy, where the hell is the plug? " "Oh, I forgot to tell you", he quips," we are going to run the power line from Fred's News, under the bridge and over to here." First of all, I know I just heard the WE, that boy must of had a mouse in his pocket, because if he thinks I am sloshing around in the frigid waters of Beaver Brook, he is surely tapped. After an uncomfortable silence that seemed an eternity, Mr. Bill takes a deep breathe, "What do you think of that idea sweetheart?" With that look of daggers shooting from my eyes, but still not wanting to explode in a public place, I manage a meager smile, "Well my dear, if you like, I will wait up on the grass and you can throw the cord to me, because I am sure you wouldn't want me to attempt a river crossing in thirty degrees."
For the record, the job was completed, we talked little for the next two days. I even gave him credit where credit was due. Had he waited for hip boots from Todd, he would of never even got wet feet but no, as usual he was impatient. He only comment: "John Wayne never said his cowboy boots leaked when he crossed the Rio Grande!" OMG
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