The end of the driveway was where I stopped the mower to check my voicemail, 'cause I didn't hear the phone ring and got a wild hair to check it. As I stopped for minute, I was awestruck at the amazing spectacle that is the atmospheric stuff up there around our planet half-framed by trees and w'ars.
I stopped in the middle yard just to take a picture, frickin awesome.
After I finished finally, all b'jillion frickin acres, I sat on the tree swing with a beer and the Book for Emily's car to investigate how I would attack my next challenge, figuring out why the blower motor isn't working.
My view from the swing.
I'm not feeling like writing. I'm frickin tired. This is one across the pool. Listening to: Friends.
John
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