Hello everyone, everywhere,
This week has been rather intense for me. I just got cleared by the doctor for the sprained leg and arm that I’ve had terrible trouble with for the past couple months. It’s been a complete torture test between me walking and stretching and my therapists killing me while they try to make me better.
On another note, Michelle has a new business called PelikanBox. It involves sending care packages for kids who are away at school. I’m so proud of her. She already got her first review and it’s a good one.
Dean’s doing well; he’s back teaching again and having a good year so far. I call him The Teach. Last week he got my dishwasher going. Thank you, Dean! I made him barbequed burgers and gave him a cold Coke and he was pretty darn happy with the whole situation. As was I.
And Grandma’s doing her exercises every day. God bless her.
Okay, that’s enough fun for now…I don’t think so! But before we get to this story, you know what time it is.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.
With a grin and a scuff of my boot, may I present…
SAM SNIBBLE HAS QUITE A DAY
Henry Snibble is by all accounts a good guy. His son Sam would say, “I like him all right. It’s the chores thing that flips, spins, and steps on my hat. But he’s in charge. Personally, I believe that when my dad says that to my mom, it’s code for something because every time he says it she laughs until tears run down her face.”
On to Sam’s day. The sun was warm and the trees, sadly, gave their leaves to the ground. That did not help Sam Snibble. His father had plans for him which were plainly not what Sam had planned, but he could only sigh and pick up the rake.
Look for the rest of this story in my “Collection of Stories”. Stay tuned…
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).
jamesghutch 