I hopped upon the Trusty Triumph after a fine breakfast of sausage and eggs, saving the oatmeal gruel for dinner. Two red ripe tomatoes from the garden today, and I watered the garden and the one indoor plant I was told about, best get the ones I wasn't told about tomorrow before church. Combined service, I am not going to be happy, but will ride the motorcycle anyway.
Oh, I rode to Ruston Way and walked, and looked hard at the life around me, the one baby was really cute, I waved at him watching, and almost a minute later he figured out how to make his left hand wave back, too cool. I can still corrupt the youth. Like the glasses, I am getting so old.
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