I got a check in Monday's
mail for $35. But the lady had already
paid me once. So I called her son and he said
to tear up the check. Monday at Lions
meeting, the lady, who is in her nineties, told me she had got the check back
from the Barbershop Society in Nashville.
Hmmm. What possessed her to send
it there? It took awhile, but I finally
figured it out. I had somehow got that
check in the envelope with one I wrote to the Society. A review of my records indicated I hadn’t
cashed it. So, I re-called the son and
confessed that I am the one who is losing it, not his 92-year-old mother.
The other big deal
of the week was a trip to Hays where I left the Ford seats at the Greyhound
“depot”, a convenience store where the bus stops sometimes. There they will stay until some driver
decides to load them onto his bus.
I spent most of
the day Monday wrapping the seats. I
brought back a bunch of rain gutter stuff from Hays. I should be able to stay out of trouble for
awhile.
In other exciting
news, the floor is nearly done, door trim and base shoe ready for painting and
reinstallation.
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