George and Hiram

George left his empty bucket and went to investigate what his brother Hiram had found, thinking to himself, “It’s always the way. Mom loved him best, and he’s always been the one with all the luck.” (For Marknlizzie.)

We drove to Waldport, got a new spark plug for the lawnmower, installed it, and I successfully cut the grass while Sue used the one remaining weed eater to trim all the edges and secure the front yard. Friday the 13th was our lucky day. And now to the beach, again.