The Boys.

A few days ago 2 boys that looked around aged 12 came to the door asking if we needed any yard work done. My hubby said yes because my mother's always nagging the 26 YR old to do it and he never does so the first day they started and worked a couple of hours but it's a really big job what we call The Jungle of overgrown vines and weeds and stuff in the back part of our backyard where no one goes( but the 26 YR old and I like  because it's like a tropical jungle and it's very peaceful and zen like at a tropical resort and the trees provide privacy and shade and it attracts all kinds of birds with their wonderful songs) and they thought they were done but my hubby said no, not even close, so they asked if they could just leave it half done and get paid half and he said no way; you complete the entire job or you just don't get paid, so they came back the next day( which would be yesterday) and I finally got to see them; they rode their bikes over and one was thin with a blonde Buzzcut and the other was heavier and had long dark hair and they were so dirty with dirt smeared all over their faces and dirty  hair and clothes they reminded me of those orphans from the 1930's(like in the photo seen here) and my hubby said they came from The Projects ( the poor section/ghetto) up the way but that's not what I meant; I just meant they were so dirty from the yardwork, and they only did about an HR yesterday and then left and haven't been back since so maybe again later today to finish? After all that my cheap-o hubby (who also happens to be very picky,too)was only going to give them 10$ too and my guess is they're probably saving up to buy something too like a game console or a game and working so hard and so long like that deserves 20$ each and I was planning to ask them how much he gives them and if he was being cheap to slip them extra $$$$ and the funny thing was that my mother said that she's going to do the same  thing,too! HA! They had to borrow our gardening tools too(didn't bring their own) and at first I wondered if it was a scam; that they just take off with our tools,do no work, and we never see them again.

I also just LOVE this picture! It's my friend A( from Ottawa) and his wife and daughter in a sunflower field! What I wouldn't give to be there! Oh, my God that would be a dream and on my Bucket List  for sure! My BFF and our mutual friend F(from grade 6) also met up again at her restaurant, and if he wasn't already married I might begin to wonder, ha,ha....and yesterday my horny old dog took his stuffed toy( that looks like a dog) and hid under a chair for privacy and kept humping it, the dirty old man! I couldn't stop laughing!  My mother called me "old" too but if I'M "old" then she's ancient and I may be a Classic but she's a fossil, and I had a scare this morning as well: I found a bunch of Band-Aid  wrappers crumpled left on the bathroom counter and then my hubby mentioned there were no towels, and I got really worried it was the 26 YR old(who I always had this bad feeling is going to die young), who had jiu-jitsu last night and didn't come home until after I was up in bed; what if he got seriously hurt and was really bleeding and took the towels to absorb it and he's dead up in his room; he bled out? so I went up to check him this morning, my heart filled with dread and fear as I approached his door.....but luckily he's fine,thank God, but I still don't know where all the towels are. There was also a mouse in my room the other night and it woke me up at 3 am rummaging around knocking stuff off my dresser and at first I thought it was Buddy but he was asleep snuggled beside me, snoring softly, and it really freaked me out, just the thought of something in my room as I slept, and with all the fear-mongering with COVID it reminds me of little kids scared of catching the Cooties  and pretty soon there will be more strains of COVID  than there are of marijuana  and my friend M(from the old church) has 3 friends that died  right after getting the vaccine,too, and every time I return to the Caribbean I feel I'm back home again,too, and I think that's what Heaven must feel like,too.

I skipped midlife and went right to over the hill.