kentuckypine

Waiting on the porch for Netta to pick me up for my visit has not been working out well for me. Time is passing slowly in spite of the fact my two grandsons are here for a visit.

Handsome lads they are...and more men than boys. It just doesn't seem possible that they are both over 6 ft tall...one of them is even growing a beard! Why does time fly so fast...and why does it go so slow?

I've almost decided to move from the front porch to the yellow, smiley face trash box at the end of the lane. I could just sit on top of it...talk to the cows in the pasture and wave at the pick up trucks going by. I could do that for 4 more days...sure I could.

I can't remember when I've been so excited about a trip...it just seems like such a long time since Netta and I have spent any time together. It'll be fun to see her in her own environment...to meet her friends, to see what her work is like...just to get to know her all over again.

Anyway, my bags are packed...and I'm waiting.

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