Clint Sprays Rocks!

It was a nice pleasant day. They, Clinton and Louis, had cleaned up so well, it didn't look like anybody'd been here, you couldn't even find a stray nail.

Louis, the boss man, who’s been head of his own business south of Indy for 30+ years, is also my cousin. 

They worked hard all day, while I went to town for some groceries, and for their unforeseen supplies like a vent and some 1x6x10s.  Of course, I needed gas, too.

Earlier that morning, after arriving at a goodly rate of speed, I very light heartedly yelled at Clint, “Quit tearing up my driveway or you’ll be buying the next load of gravel!”  

He was stunned, “What were you doing, just standing at the door waiting for us?"

"Nope.  But I did see you.  Louis came from the wrong direction, so where'd you come from?"

"We ate at the Bulldog.”

Louis just stood there, crossed arms, listening, AND grinning.

Racing to get here first, they had arrived, in a spray of rocks!  Bad boys!

Clinton was stunned, “You saw THAT!?”.

Noelle Composes and Sketches

Pre-schooler Noelle was singing.

In my hands I had the Let's Go Fishin' game with a phillips screwdriver poked in it's silvery screw head!  The contraption wasn't playing it's tune nor rotating the fishies for their open mouth baiting.  You gotta hang the plastic wanna-be fishing poles over them you know, to catch a fish!  

"Patience, child."

"Come on, you hav'a pway with me," Noelle really wanted us to play together.

"Sure, I will.  But you gotta give me a minute to change out the batteries."

There.  They were exchanged.  Old fell out, new pressed in.  And before I could move the green miniature froggie to the on position, I heard singing.

"Noelle, is that a song you've heard on your laptop or t.v.?  It's cute."

"No.  I made it up."

Then I focused on the words, I already new the tune was pleasant.  Never fear, you your grandkids will hear, because she sweetly sang - - 

  🎶 "Patience child.  "Okay" to the grown-up."  🎶

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Then Noelle occupied herslef with drawing.  She drew a girl.

"Do you like my princess?"

"Oh, my, yes, I do."

Here she came with pink paper in one hand and a blue marker in the other.

"Do you like my butterfwy?  There's two."

"You've done a fine job of drawing, Noelle."

"Can you tape this one up?  For me.  Right here by this one."

"Sure.  We can do that, I can reach up to this step, is that okay?"

This went on for a little bit, while the menfolk in the adjacent room were discussing important matters and some just fun.

Finally, Noelle says, "There.  All are mine.  My princess pictures."

Parading down the stairs, I have a white and pink and blue Princess Pagentry.  

Wonder how long they'll stay?

I know who's the winner.  I am!