Andy is done with football. His best friend, Paul, finished up baseball this week. For the first time in a long time they have had a full weekend of running around barefoot and filthy. I love that they have this kind of time. I do, however, wonder at my back yard. Andy shouted to me, in the kitchen, to tell Ian to get the camera. I know better than to rush outside for this kind of shout. I yelled back to Ian to get the camera.
There, in the middle of my back yard were two enormous albino turkeys. Why The Face, I ask you? To misquote Humphrey Bogart, “Of all of the yards . . . ” Gah! Where in the world did these things come from and why are they living here? I may never leave the house again at this rate. I wonder if someone had them penned in their yard, I dunno to eat for Thanksgiving? But, I doubt it. This is suburbia, we like our turkeys frozen and wrapped in lots of plastic. Anyway, if anyone wants a pair of white turkeys please let me know.
After I calmed down about the turkeys and made Andy and Paul circle the house aboutr 50 times to make sure they were no where to be seen, I went out to weed the garden. I’m so old. I was about half way through when Paul’s mom stopped over to ask if I wanted to go to a new nursery that has opened near us. She needed a break from holiday cleaning and I needed to stand up straight for an hour or so. Cool nursery – I came home with garlic ready to plant and some farm fresh eggs.
When I arrived home, Mike was pretending to watch college football with his eyes closed and I found Andy, Paul and Cally hanging out in the hammock. All Sundays should be this great!!!!