How can a person be all by themselves and not be alone? Memories my man, memories. I've got 65 years of them stored and they are with me all the time. Well, I may not have a full 65 years worth but I've got a pretty huge collection anyway. They are a mixed bunch but it seems the good ones are holding their own against the bad ones even tho I've heard bad is always the easiest to remember. Why do I bring this up? The first reason is that I again have nothing I really want to type about and secondly, which probably should have been the first one, Dory is leaving me here again with the animals while she takes her mother to Columbia for the knee operation. She doesn't expect to be back home tonight and beyond that it is up in the air depending on how things go. I think aunt Sue and brother Bob will be in attendance also so I won't be missed. She did gently tender me the option of staying or going and of course I opted for the first choice which I thought would be the easiest way.
I do happen to have a handy dandy list provided by Dory, of a few chores that could be done in her absence. I don't know why the words mowing the lawn looks so much nicer than vacuuming. We'll do what we'll do and maybe a few things that we didn't think we'd do. To sum it up, it's going to be a couple of those doo-doo days around here.
The things that come to those that wait may only be the things left by those who got there first.~Db
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