Judt sitting here at lunch with David and Brendan le manager.
Leaning back on mah chair,  on two legs

Brendan: *sarcastic tone* "use the four legs mister"

I reply with "you're not my real dad"

Everything stops and we all break out into laughter.  It was wonderful.

*sips tea*

You asking for them or just stating one? I'll shoot anyway. Today was different. Something good.

Working out and about on various farms, a big percentage of it to help my sister and her husband. May as well call me a farmhand at this point. A good sense of satisfaction, today.

My sister uses old tractor rims as plant pots. I'm talking of the really old tractor rims, or tires. The kind that are steel or iron.

Decided we wanted to put them in a row, out by one of their fields. And I had a good idea, for the whole affair. To make them line up and even, I suggested, taking a string, lining it up in the middle of one from one end to the other. So, when all was said and done, I looked over at a perfectly straight row, of 44 iron tractor wheels.

No fuss, no fidgeting. Just a perfectly straight row.

Something enjoyable about it.