18th July 2024
It was a typical Thursday, the refuse truck trundled down the street gobbling our rubbish and leaving our bin like it had been mugged.
Larry, who had just returned from a hospital stay was walking slowly towards his jeep, no doubt going on his cigarette run.
It wasn’t so hot today, but good enough still to work outside. Although the summer feels short, being just three months long, I do enjoy wearing just shorts and a tee shirt, my legs have never been so tanned.
We were working on a coffee table, I have lovingly stripped and restrained the top, and prepared the base pieces for painting.
Kelli did the honours whilst sitting on her wheely seat, shuffling from front to back, she is the painting robot.
Then we took a ride on our bikes, something we haven’t done as regularly as we should. We stopped at an old friend of Kelli’s who she calls Baker Dave as he used to be the bread baker at a local Italian restaurant we used to frequent, sadly no longer there.
Baker Dave is a collector of old tractors, which is evident by the number he has in his back garden. He is also an avid collector of all things big and rusty. His large back yard is full of objects of all kinds, from old farm equipment to spur gears. He has great plans to do things with them, but he would need two lifetimes to realise that.
Another Lifetime to go 