Gram is a Stick in the Mud

Gram L writes: Things are changing almost daily in my village. Instead of being a retirement village, younger folks are moving in. They have jobs which keep them away all day. This situation was brought home to me rather forcibly yesterday afternoon.

I had ridden my scooter to retrieve mail from the box out front. I noticed a lot of weeds growing in front of the house, so I drove the scooter off the path to pull weeds. Wrong move! The scooter got stuck. The more I tried to free it, the deeper it got stuck. I do not walk well, and am barefoot there. There is no one within hollering distance. The more I ran the scooter, the deeper it dug. After an hour or so of this struggling, I dismounted the vehicle, and tho in danger of falling, turned on the motor, got in front and tugged on the handle bars. This is a dangerous move because in a previous similar situation the scooter knocked me down and I suffered a sore tailbone. After a good many tries of yanking on the scooter, it freed up and I was able to ride it around to the front of the house. Moral of the story: don't ride your scooter on new sod while barefoot and alone in Maralago Cay. There is no one home to find you!

Today, I am waiting at Carolyn's for the family to arrive so we can celebrate Father's Day. Please blog because I am always anxious to read the exploits of my children and grands. Gram L