Monday morning coming down...
It's Monday again. Sometimes, when you are a member of the 'Over The Hill Gang' the days just run together. Many times you have to pause a minute and ask yourself what day of the week it is.
I finished yesterday evening by watering the garden. Two doors down they were playing Charlie Daniels 'Devil Went Down to Georgia' very loud. (I don't know if they were laughing and drinking and having a party) As I headed to the garden I could hear the Nascar race very loud coming from across the street. He is a big Nascar Jeff Gordon fan and he had his Gordon flags (4 of them) waving proudly. (I guess he was a happy camper as Gordon won the race). Can these people not hear?? Oh well, it didn't bother me; it is just part of life in a little bitty town.
Jim didn't rest well last night. The Tylenol isn't controlling his pain as well and he has been up since 4 AM.
We drink our coffee on the back porch every morning when the weather is nice. We have this scenario that plays over each day...W has gone to work, there goes her hubby (he's retired) downtown to the restaurant for breakfast. Here comes Mr. Chubby who walks by at the same time every day. E (the Nascar fan) comes outside at the same time every morning and takes a sack of cans across the street to S (our resident older gal that collects cans). Here comes the girls that walk by every morning. Wait, we can't go inside until our neighbors catty corner across the street come out and leave for work. There they go; it is 6:45AM and the day has officially begun. I hope it is a good one for all of us!!