Dusty, my neighbor

   I woke up today to the sound of the doorbell. I jumped out of bed cause I never know when mom will decide if today she will answer, say the phone, or, as today, the door. So she was at the door when I got there, and it was my neighbor to the right, Dusty, asking if I wanted him (he might have even said minded - it would be just like him) to mow my yard, if my lawn mower was still broken. I said yes and thank you very much and he went right to it, and did a very nice job. 

   I imagine, but don't know for sure, that he's from here. He's a stocky guy, looks about in his mid 20s, really round face and blue blue eyes. Just as nice and polite as you would expect to find in the Bible Belt. He didn't want to accept the Thank You Wal Mart gift card I gave him when I got back but I kinda forced it on him. I didn't fake a seizure or anything, but I told him it would really make me feel good if he would take it.

Still haven't tackled the back yard yet. Should try to get a picture of it now that it's gotten to mythic proportions. I think mom hinted that I should ask Dusty to do it, but that would be hard for me, and kind of embarrassing now. I'll try next week in the evening, or morning (should I see one) to get at it with the weed eater - the electric one, the one I can start. I was so proud of that stupid gas weed eater and I can't even get the thing going. I should see if Josh can. He might not even want it. I'd consider Dusty but he doesn't do his own yard with a weed eater, so I don't know if he has one or just doesn't like doing it.

Enough for tonight. We have dinner plans with the Moreau clan tomorrow night. Alex's grandma and her friend have come up from Paris, Texas with Annette's (that's the grandma) new puppy Oshkie, who we get to meet after dinner at Outback. Yummmmmm, Wow, that's the power of TV - can't say Outback without hearing the Yummmm in my head. Man, I need to go to bed.