I’ve had quite the day.
I put Seventy-Four dollars of gas in my truck.
That’s when the pump cut off while using my debit card to pay for my gas at the pump. Seventy-Four dollars.
And it didn’t fill up my tank. I guess the bank has debit cards set to cut off at Seventy-Four Dollars when pumping gas. (I have more than Seventy-Four Dollars in my Checking Account.)
The main thing to post from my Journal is my trip to my Aunt and Uncle’s house.
Something Special happens while sitting on their porch and talking and laughing.
We talked for two hours and fifty minutes without taking a break. There was no silence. We just talked and talked. And laughed and laughed.
It’s beautiful hearing my Aunt and Uncle tell a story.
My Uncle actually is the one telling the story. His beautiful bride, my Aunt, corrects him as he tells the story. I couldn’t type it up and give it the justice that it deserves. I’ll try, though.
My Uncle: “Tommy. You know Tommy, Lynn. He’s, I guess, thirty-six…”
My Aunt: “He’s not thirty- six. He’s older than that. He’s thirty-eight now.”
My Uncle: “Well, yeah, you’re right. But anyway, He was driving to work when…”
“He wasn’t going to work. He was going to see his Mother.”
“Well, yeah, you’re right. He was going to see his Mother. Anyway, He got to the train tracks.”
“You left out the part about the gas station.”
“Well, yeah, he had stopped at the gas station…”
And it is a beautiful thing to listen to.
They are beautiful people, and I love them.
And my version does not give it the justice that it deserves. For that, I apologize. I’m an amateur writer. I’m learning.
That porch is magical.
Actually, it isn’t the porch. It’s the people sittin’ on the porch.
It’s been a beautiful day.
—To my Aunt and Uncle: I hope you don’t mind me posting this. I love you. – Lynn
PS – I’ll be back soon.
–Lynn
