What appeared to be a quiet weekend is suddenly buzzing. Daughter In Law and a friend are in Salado for a spa/shopping weekend, Son is riding a treacherous winding road called Three Sisters, and our plan was to relax and prepare for the busy week to come.
Dancing Girl texted yesterday that they were on their way to the lake. We had a leisurely dinner with them last night and talked about a possible golf outing this morning. As we were pulling into the driveway last night, a friend called to see if Ol' Abner would bring his big trailer to haul some brush away for him. Of course he agreed to leave here around eight this morning to help.
Workers were swarming beside the playhouse this morning by 7:30. Ol' Abner assured me they were just here to clear debris and pick up a check so concrete could be poured on Monday. Wrong! The first load of concrete arrived about 8:05 just after he called his friend to tell him he would be slightly delayed for the brush haul.
The golf pro called and said he had some time to work on my wild golf swing this morning as we wait on the next load to be poured on the new driveway. Ol' Abner thinks he needs some breakfast. That's a pretty good idea.
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