

On to The Nest a couple of doors down. The aroma of fresh flowers greeted us at the front door. The shop ladies were very busy building and delivering Mother's Day bouquets. Pretty sure I may have located a couple more secret sis gifts for this next year. We managed to leave the store with our pocket books still in tact, no purchases. It was 4 o'clock and time to head home. Dropped Kathy and then Devon off at their respective homes. Well, there was some visiting in the car so it was almost 5:45 before I arrived home.
On the way home I wished I had the grocery list as I knew the cupboards were somewhat bare at 3871. And Gene had not enjoyed the fare at Friday's earlier so I knew he would be in need of nourishment. This was still on my mind as I rounded the corner of our street. The lawn was not mowed so I always have a small panic and hope Gene is okay. (His going into coronary and thoracic arrest while I stood over him 5 year ago has left me slightly gun shy about this stuff.)
Upon entering the garage I notice the light is on in the utility closet giving rise to hopes that the plumber had shown up. Gene was in his recliner and had moved the enormous, heavy desk out of the office. As for the plumber, no phone call and another day of no show by service industry persons.
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