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4 big ones left. Tomorrow is the last day of real freedom. Wed. will be the pits. I hope 3:00 O 'clock don't come too fast. No fun after that time. All I get to have is H'20. In one end out the other.
We got a quarter of beef from Mark. We went to get it on Mon. Stopped in Spring Valley for lunch. I can't believe the cooks in the small towns don't have broth of any kind around their cafe's. So I had pudding and pop. Sugar free pudding with portien powder mixed in. It is just like paste. I guess that is where the sticks to your rib's comes from. When we left the cafe Gramps backed into a van that was backing up across the street. Just before that this old lady sat in the middle of the street behind us and layed on her horn. She should have been in bed taking a nap. The lady in the van said not to worry because they were going to trade it off. There was no damage. Just white marks from our car. Nothing on ours either. That was the extent of the excitment for the week.
Gramps was sitting in his chair playing his game when he deceided to rest his eyes. He rested them so hard he droped his game and scared himself so bad he jumped. Then he looks to see if I seen it. WELL DAH!!!.
Well I have to go get food today to tide us over til I can run again. Wouldn't want Gramps to starve to death on me.
That's all folks
Later Gator