Last Sunday I just could bear to go home to an empty house, so went to the Ball Park instead, free admission and hot dogs, was a little cloudy and chilly but the sun did peak out for a bit, I really enjoyed the game. Where I was sitting must have been the lonely old ladies section, there were several that fit that description (me included).
It has been a long week for me. Not sure why?
Was taking a little nap and heard a knock on the door, mind you no one ever does that, so I was surprised to see a man standing at the door with a little girl, said he was visiting from across the street and needed to chop some wood, could he borrow an ax. So I went out side and loaned him a ax. Not sure if this was smart or stupid. I could hear him over there chopping wood. When I got up in the morning the ax was returned.