Well, I have to say that last weekend was quite an event. Our grandson, Preston, came to share the weekend with us. On Saturday after a feast of Preston's favorite pancakes we headed for a matinee performance of Nipomo High School's drama department's presentation of "Pirates of Penzance." A light opera that was quite entertaining. The quality of the performances belied the ages of the actors. Our favorite, of course, was Sydni Abenido the grand-daughter of Jack and Joan Kean, very long time friends of ours. Joanie passed away several years ago and would have been so very proud of Sydni. She loved going to anything her grandchildren participated in, but had a particular fondness for the stage. I do so hope some how she knows how wonderful her off spring are and their off spring, as well.
Sunday morning we headed out on a rock safari and to show Preston the waterfalls (which are still brilliant!) Just when we had turned around to head back for the best rock selection, we blew a belt and hose to the power-steering and had to forgo the rocks. Fiddle-dee-dee!
Preston decided to take up target practice while we waited for his dad to pick him up when he heard a pretty forlorn cat cry coming from the storage building. It has been raining so the door has been closed for...I'm not even sure how long. When we opened the door it was like Fibber McGee's closet. Boxes were off the shelves and turned upside down with contents all over the place. What a mess and still no cat. You could hear it's plaintive cries coming from somewhere inside. It took quite some time to finally find it stuck up on the highest shelf in the farthest corner. Bob managed to get it without getting too many scratches and put it in Maggie's carrying crate. It was a little skinny and really hungry but other than that it seemed fine. We are so thankful that Preston heard the poor thing. So, all's well that ends well, but the last thing we had planned for the weekend was to clean out my storage building!
Bob used to fix things like hoses and belts on our old cars, but have you looked under the hood of a car lately? The tow truck arrived next morning to take the P.T. Cruiser to our favorite mechanic. Thankfully it was fixed easy and cheap enough that we had him do the regular maintenance on the transmission while he had it there. It's a good thing that we are retired because we sure needed another weekend!
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