Well, despite my aching ribs and against my better senior-brain judgment, I’ve been painting. I’ve been able to sleep fairly well at night which is always my prime objective, but the long list of to-dos has not diminished. It’s been weeks since I used my grass whipper machine. I have a full tank of propane but haven’t used my flamethrower to toast the remaining weeds on the front steps. Still playing catch-up. Why is it that job-jar never seems to empty? At the beginning of the summer, I’d promised my 11 (soon to be 12) year old grandson that I’d pay him to help me do the three garage doors. I’ve been waiting for a cool dry day and this Sunday was ideal. We’d…

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