Adult Blogger: TINYS BLACK ADVENTURES came up as I was cleaning up the kitchen. I pulled on a loud shirt over my trunks and went with him out to the trees I'd told him about. I won't bore you with that. He told me way more than I wanted to know about trees, bushes, grass. Once he got going, it was a torrent. But, alas, he was reasonably priced. I went inside to my office and made a sticky note to fire the overpriced lawn guy.
The phone rang. Mitzi. "So, you're not hungry? Your beer's getting warm, oh wait, bring that Corningware that Marie borrowed with you. OK, come on, Bye!"
I came through the back gate in her side yard. There was a path well worn from our kids, their kids, going back and forth through the years. Now the grass was reclaiming it and the gate rubbed some when I opened it.
Mitzi was already seated at the white wrought iron table near the pool. "OK, take that Corningware and just set it on the breakfast table. I'll get up our lunch."
I was flattered she'd waited for me. "Mitzi, you should have eaten already. I got tied up with that guy. I'm sorry."
