But I'm not making excuses. Lol.
Let's see--had a good weekend in MI. Planted Lilacs and some flowers, mulched, chopped, put together a lawn mower and generally made the yard look a lot nicer. Then all the work all week. Tuesday I called Ken and he was going to call back, I was going to go over. He never called. Wednesday he asked that I call again, so I did. We planned on meeting at 9 at Packy's.
I left at 8:30, arrived a little after 9. His truck was in the driveway, and the house looked dead. I went over to Packy's, walked in, wandered around, waved to Packy, didn't see Ken, went back to the Truck. Called his house, and his Cell phone. NO answer. GRRRR! Nice hour drive for nothing.
He said he was there the whole time. Fine, answer your frigging cell phone then. Or sit by the door so I can see you. Or tell Packy that I'm coming so he tells me you are there somewhere.
So my plans to go to the opener of Summerfest were interrupted slightly. I had wanted a pass, and then planned to meet Ken there and bum around awhile. Have a beer, some food, etc.
Thought about paying my way in, and going anyway. Decided against it. I'll go next Wednesday maybe. Hopefully with a couple of people who have never let me down. People who are always where they say they will be.
I am very excited--this is Thursday, and though tomorrow will probably be the most boring day of my life, it will end at 4 and I can run up north. For 10 days. Vacation. A chance to look for a job, and maybe even find one. A chance to finish up a bunch of stuff at the house. A chance to spend quality time with those I love.
Ok, mushy mushy. Got to stop the mushy stuff. Too old for that. And getting older all the time. A couple more days and I have to call myself 34. Bummer.
That's it. I'm out.
C
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