20th August 2020
It is quite noticeable how the summer is coming to an end. The sun in the morning does not scorch a path through our bedroom window onto the wall opposite, and the evenings are not so long.
It is still warm enough for my working uniform of shorts and tee shirts, but that didn’t stop Kelli from buying me a pair of flannel lined work trousers. “You’ll need these soon” she smiled.
Our delivery from Imperfect Foods didn’t turn up, well the truck did. The driver got out, went to the back of his van, then announced that there no boxes for us. That didn’t make any sense, he drove from Grand Rapids with nothing for us. He contacted his dispatcher who told him that our boxes will be delivered tomorrow.
The service had dropped away since they have done their own deliveries, and for ages we have never had a full consignment, there was always something missing.
Larry was busy fixing a truck that was towed to his yard. Every now and then I would hear him trying to start it. It would turn over like it had a huge boulder on its back. It’s the sound you hear on a cold morning when you know you needed a new battery but couldn’t be arsed to get one when it was warmer.
Eventually there was success, clouds of smoke billowing skywards, more smoke than Larry’s cigarette intake for the day. I can imagine him standing with his hand on hips, breathing in.
Another Lifetime to go 