This forthcoming week will allow no time for us to procrastinate.
There is much to be done.
This Sunday afternoon, I am resting up in anticipation of a busy day ahead.
The little blue house at the end of the road is in perfect order, nice and neat.
Tootie Mae smells fresh as a daisy -- all parts groomed and a pedicure tooled to perfection.
Now we need to spruce up our outside living space, before either of us becomes out of sorts.
You know and I know, fact is, that can happen when poor tired old people poop-out before hand.
We just received a call from our grandson, Daniel Risk.
Dan resides in Orange, Calif. He and his wife, Amber, will be in Indiana this next weekend for the preview screening of the film, "Lightening in a Bottle."
Dan is the producer of the film/owner of Risk Productions.
The preview screening will take place April 27, at 7:30 p.m., at the Paramount Theater, Anderson, Ind. The trailer of his work can be seen online.
He and Amber will be here to visit us on Sunday. Our eldest grandson, Michael, and his wife, Kayleigh Dawn Risk, will honor us with their presence as well.
I am already planning the dinner menu in my head.
Dan has requested a chicken dinner and peanut butter pie, a favorite served here.
Now to learn the requests of the others, including the spoiled brat who occupies this humble home other than me. I reckon his wants are still worthy of consideration, even on more than an ordinary day.
Dan will be filming in Taiwan in July.
Last Friday we decided to set work aside and take a short day trip. Paul and I headed south toward Linton.
We stopped by my sister's home for a brief, but enjoyable, visit, and then headed southward, on the way to the town of Patoka, located in Gibson County, between Vincennes and Evansville.
Our nephew, Larry Brown Jr., resides there.
He is the son of Sandra Lynch Gallardo and the late Larry Brown Sr. Larry Sr. was in management and closely linked with the G.C. Murphy Co., store in Brazil during his work life.
Almost five years has passed since our nephew helped us celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary at Traditions.
A surprise visit from either of us was long overdue.
We saw many sights. I loved to watch the beautiful water fowl on a bit of the spacious wetlands known as "Goose Pond," and hated the fact there would be no time to stop at George Rogers Clark Memorial, albeit, rapid recollections of earlier visits filtered from my store.
I always smile when places like that remind me of happy times spent with my forever friend, the late Annetta Lee Young, and her family during our formative years.
We had no trouble finding my nephew's lovely home. He owns Brown's Auto Repair. The mechanic was in the well-equipped and maintained shop along with his helpers at the corner of Third and Mill streets.
The young man looked up from his work and smiled broadly when we entered the shop.
The miles were bridged, immediately.
To add to his take by surprise and obvious delight, we came bearing a little gift we knew he would appreciate all of the days of the rest of his life.
No, the well broke-in gift was not new and somewhat dulled by time, but his maternal grandfather Hugh Lynch's antique hand-held crank shaped boring tool complete with auger bit was as good as new to him and thankfully accepted.
Years have passed since a nice little boy named Larry (Bub) Brown and his grandpa planned a project in the front yard of the first house north of the cemetery on Elm Street, the homestead.
Using old pre-used lumber, straightened nails, selected from a store in a wooden keg filled to the brim with this and that, hammers with weather-beaten handles and the old well-preserved hand tool, they built themselves a treetop mansion that withstood the test of time, until the roots of the weather-wasted and diseased ridden tree died.
Sadly, both were removed by the senior builder. The remains rotted, leaving behind a rich history.
When Paul placed the aged boring tool in Larry's hand, it was as if "Little Larry," as he was once known, struck gold. I would venture to say his grandfather and his own father were smiling, too.
I am sure Larry's grandfather smiled when Paw Paw Lynch gave the hand tool to his middle son, before I was born and sometime shortly before my grandfather's death, in June 1939, of the same year.
After a short, but sweet visit, and revealing some of the giggly young man's childhood shenanigans to his buddies, we headed toward home, feeling good.
Paul wanted to stop by Bruceville to search out the location of an old cemetery where members of the Sartor family lie at rest.
He did not have the pleasure of knowing his deceased father, but he is very interested in learning more about his heritage.
Unfortunately, while we were eating in a fast food restaurant close by, it began to rain forcefully. We gave up the plan.
Thanks to Paul Baby, I made a pit stop in Linton as per doctor's orders, then the little white Ford Taurus that could brought two tired and weary occasional travelers home.
It is time to prepare dinner now. I hear growling and more. The complaints are not coming from cute Tootie.
Thanks to all the readers who e-mailed me and called last week. Hang in there a while longer.
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