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We wake up happy and ready to enjoy whatever the Good Lord brings us today!
Today is a mixed bag. We are going to meet with Mary’s financial advisor and then go to lunch with them! After lunch, it’s back to the grind.
Our landscape gardener will be asked to install fiberglass borders around the flower beds we just finished working on to keep dirt off the walkway and help keep the mulch where it belongs. To take a photo of the borders, we already have to remind him.
The borders are a thick fiberglass and will last forever and a day!
We are off to see Paula and Dan, but I had to tell Mary that they would not need her cash reserves (i.e., mad money), they only care about investments.
It stayed home, hidden in secret locations only known to Mary.
On our way there, I told Mary, “A financial advisor is just a therapist who specializes in your spending habits.” She was worried since she hadn’t “worked for 4 Years, 4 Months, and 28 Days (a phrase taken from our website’s front page, thanks to JavaScript).
Our financial advisors both have one thing in common: they keep saying ‘ long term’ when things get ugly. For me, long-term doesn’t compute since I am in my 80s. However, my 20-year contract with Mary is for another 16 Years, 10 Months, and 21 Days.
We jumped in the car and headed to Huntington Beach. I took the wheel because Mary was so nervous. The Silver Fox has two settings: careful and even more careful. There are only two issues with my driving: 1) The accelerator and I are in a very committed relationship,p and 2) my speedometer and I are not on speaking terms.”
“Hang on, sweetie, we should arrive on one piece if all goes well!”
Paula and Mary have been friends for a quarter of a century. After the news and some tears about taxes, we went to the Black Trumpet for a wonderful meal.
It doesn’t look like Mary has been crying, does it! Under her breath, she kept saying, “Mandatory Disbursement?”
While the girls were chatting, Dan and I were being highly politically incorrect. We laughed and giggled and solved the problems of this world.
Good times, good meal, good day!
After lunch, we told the Silver Fox to take us home, and 21 minutes later, we arrived at the driveway to the sound of screeching tires and the smell of burnt rubber! We had to turn on self-driving mode! It might need some work!
Of course, and returning home means we must visit the garden, and while all looks well, our lettuce garden had a visitor, so I will need to bring out the stell netting to keep the varmint away, OR I will finish installing the electric fence and have roast rabbit for dinner!
Mary has been practicing for WNGD (Worldwide Naked Gardening Day) since her sweet peas aren’ting enough yet!
We may be in Phoenix on Worldwide Naked Gardening Day—a celebration of the human body and the complete collapse of gardening etiquette.
Just a few more weeks and ZOOT, tomato pie!
Mary came to inspect the front porch after I waterproofed it, only to be surprised by an avalanche of boxes from FedEx. I spent too much time on Amazon!
We were tired, so we tried to watch TV, but the Star Wars movie we expected to be good turned out to be junk, so I decided to check my eyelids for light leaks.
We were in the sack before 9:00 pm! I put on the whole-house fan to cool things down, and when I got up in the middle of the night, the house was 58 degrees!
