Flowers on the Wall

Jane and I celebrated our 34th wedding anniversary, Sunday at Smokey Bones. Rachel helped Jane pick out and plant flowers to replace the bushes in front of the house that had been there for 20 some years. Phillip had tore out the bushes and put in the black soil and mulch. Jon was here for the Labor day extended weekend and returned to Indiana today. We had a nice cookout at Ybarra's Saturday and the weather this past week has been sunny, in the 70s, and cool at night. Today is Beatles day as their remastered songs were debuted and a new generation will fall under their influence. Tony got out of Clinton County Jail yesterday and turned 18 today. Instead of counting flowers on the wall we all could follow Obama's advice to school children and make our lives better by working hard toward beneficial goals. Don't tell me I have nothing to do but you can remind me to get off my ass to do good in the world. I've been retired 8 years now and time should be my best friend but he is not kind to anyone. But without time we would go nowhere and stillness only freezes inaction to nothingness. Number 9/ Number 9/ Number 9.