Monday

It’s a breezy, mockingbird morning. A little two-seater sports car just tried to hit 65 mph down my little two lane road.

It’s already warm out. My phone says it’s 79° already… And truthfully, it feels at least that warm.

I’m sitting on the front porch once more, waiting for a bus to pick up number two grandkid. And like I said earlier, it’s a mockingbird morning… By that I mean, there are a couple of mocking birds serenading me from on high.

I can hear the big machinery working on clearing the land for the new subdivision around the corner. They’ve already cleared everything close to the bypass and now they’re working on the land to my northeast.

Well the bus is finally here a few minutes late. So I guess I’ll be leaving the mockingbird behind as I go back into the house… So, y’all have a good day and I’ll catch you on the other side…