Can’t see from laying in bed but I think the elk has 11 or 12 points and the head hangs with soulful dark eyes in the living room.
The cat jumps up on the tv stand, scrambles up the backside of the flat screen and leaps on the neck of the mount jutting from the wall.
She nestles at the base of the antlers and naps.
Down the street Jimbo bought a 1966 Ford Ranchero. You remember Jimbo is my partner at the shop. He named it “Mixed Nuts”. The shop not the Ford.
Sometimes I worry having a partner. He’s younger and more handsome than me. All sorts of things could go wrong with that combo, then you throw a bad ass old car in the mix, one with a 289 and glass packs, then who knows?
I’m feeling like an old man with bad hips. One who isn’t sure what hip hop is when it comes on the radio. Time to stop worrying and get to work in the shop. It’s all gonna work out great.