Today I had to go to Beaver to work on the golf course there. Yes, they do have a golf course, and a fun one. Anyway, here it is the end of April and it rained all the way to Scipio, then snowed from there on. The irony was the number of people that were riding motor cycles. I'm sure that Ken Whetstone could explain the joy of such a wonder event to me, but for the moment I am stumped.
Would you believe that Margaret declined my invitation to go with me to visit Beaver? Opportunity lost!
On Monday it hit eighty degrees at home. It has been my tradition to begin to get the swimming pool ready for the summer when that happens. Maybe I've jumped the gun this year.
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