I have taken to catapulting logs across the yard for father to stack.
This has become the highlight of my day.
The leaves are starting to dabble down to the ground, and I can not deny the autumn turn in weather. It is getting lonesome on the farm at night. I realize I can spend
almost 24 hours without speaking out loud. So I talk to Maggie, the 15 year old English Springer Spaniel.
Hey, Olivia & I are going to go see Crackerjacks play at Jacks on Saturday. Reba has finally woken me from my lair.
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Yay!
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