Monday there was a lot to discuss.  Something to do with concrete, I think.  I was too busy peeling peaches (cases 5 and 6) to pay attention.

Leaning on a truck makes any discussion more meaningful.

 Conversation flows.

What the heck is in there?

Are you talking to me???

I’m getting sleepy. And hungry. And I don’t want to go to the airport and fly back to Texas and the record-breaking heat wave.

That’s better. Thanks, Mom.

And Dad.

I’ll see everyone again next year.  GO BIG RED!!!

[Bye, Will.  We miss you already.]