Memorial Day festivities
The neighborhood was nearly abandoned this Memorial Day. Most folks packed up and took to the road or the race and other places. Our family members here were out of town and country and the white Torus is no longer in our garage.
The wind brought the smell of a smoking grill to our nostrils and Paul and I knew we were not alone.
We did yard work, set out plants and other did chores around this place.
You would be surprised what we seniors can accomplish when we still have the wind beneath our wings and joy in our hearts. Who has time to worry about a ticking time clock?
Yes, we do have a beautiful rocker to slouch down in, if needed. I loaned it to Fred, the sixty-two-year-old teddy bear that Paul won for me at a carnival back in 1957. Fred is stuffy and doesn’t rock much, although; he does have an elderly bisque doll from China by his side.
I placed a wedge of wood beneath the rocker in case Fred wakes up and turns on to the rock and roll music.
I doubt that Tootie Mae would like that noise, because, they are in the room where she goes to pout when begging fails to work for her. I do know she gets excited when Paul rushes through the house singing about Robin Hood riding through the glen.
Yesterday we watched the race and the party in the evening, on TV. We had a good seat and a fine wrap for the end of a perfect day.
It was nice seeing the old timers and the newcomers to the event. The tribute to the Hulman family and Mary Hulman George was especially was well deserved. She was a special lady.
We hope to see the race drivers come back next year, including the winner and those that fell behind.
We will fully focus our attention on James and his long run on Jeopardy. The brilliant young man has a special gift of knowledge that no one can deny. His store is full and it is clear to see he and his family are feeling joy.
Now I am off to check out what Dr. Phil is up to today. He has wind, wisdom, and answers as well.
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