I mowed grass a couple of days ago. Just to use up the gas in the mower.
I have considered a basement set up for starting seeds. I'm torn between selling and moving into an apt. Then we could move south for winter or go north for a couple weeks in the summer. Old age makes so hard to decide.
DD wants us to come for Christmas next year, as if at our age we know if we'll be alive. DW and her health though she tells the doc she feels fine, getting her to go to church isn't easy. Where we go church is four times a week. Though we don't go four times a week.
Anyhow I'm still looking at seed catalogues and feeding the chickens and collecting eggs. I guess if we were making some money. Being retired isn't all it's cracked up to be. No one want to hire part timers at our age.
In other news, Readers Digest story.
Mom to riding instructor, "do you have an smaller horses, these seem big for my daughter? "
Instructor: Our horses are very gentle.
Mom: How about that one over there, it looks to be the right size.
Instructor: That's a goat!
If I didn't know people I would not believe it.