This morning belonged to Willie...
Since there was dew on the vehicles, Bill took advantage of the “free water” and cleaned the roof of the motorhome. He then set his ladder up in the sunshine in back of Brent’s fence and draped the wet towels over it to dry.
Willie could see the arrangement through the fence and set up a ruckus. He was on alert until Bill showed him what it was all about. With Brent gone, he was still on guard. When I went into the house, Willie kept close to me, guiding me away from the “danger” out beyond the fence.
Brent came back with news that an air conditioner repairman would soon be arriving. I volunteered to “Willie sit” in the MH. Brent took me up on my offer. All went well until Willie heard activity around a truck. Soon after we heard a door slam, and Brent came back, Willie’s tail went into high gear. He was so glad to see Brent!
...his guard dog duties were over, at least for the moment.
Polly, Pito, Brent, and I went to a flea market complex this afternoon. Leslie, a friend of all of theirs, owns part of one of the markets. We spent over an hour looking at all of the things for sale. I bought a little purple bottle and a jar of old jewelry. Polly is quite a shopper and came away with several sacks of things.
Before going home, we ate dinner at a buffet. Their food was good, with a fair selection of items. It was kind of “down home cooking,” like at Mama Hamil’s Buffet, but not as good and certainly more expensive.
We ended the day by watching part of the Portland Trail Blazers in their second game of the NBA playoffs.
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