Moon over the mountains

Out the huge window in the bedroom the moon is crystal clear hanging right over the mountains to the North west.  In the East the sun is crawling up from behind the mountains. Payson is in sort of a bowl of mountains. Kadizzle now has hearing aids and the coffee perking is a new sensation. Being able to hear is generally a blessing except when Mrs Kadizzle blast at old Kadizzle.

Hopefully the tire for the ebike will come today. Kadizzle prefers biking to walking by a wide margin. Finally the worker bees are roofing the last house in our little circle. When it is done no more construction mess. 

Almost forgot the big news. Kadizzle put to work his new employee yesterday. Kadizzle was out hunting golf balls and had a brilliant idea after he drove by the bum encampment. Why not hire a bum to sell the golf balls? There she was sitting in her dilapidated little van. Beside the van was some weird tent she constructed. Kadizzle asked Mrs Bumore if she wanted to sell golf balls for him. Bumore seemed cheerful and more peppy than your usual Bumlet. In no time she said she would. Kadizzle explained the plan that she would sit on the road by a golf green and peddle the golf balls. Kadizzle went home and got her about two hundred golf balls. 

After an hour or two Kadizzle went to check on sales. Mrs Bumore had dressed herself nicely, and all things considered she was not that bad looking. She was young to be in the bum business. As Kadizzle approached she excitedly said she had already sold $27 worth of golf balls, which surprised Kadizzle. She picked out a good spot to sit. Bumore told Kadizzle how she packaged the golf balls in special little bags. Bumore said she could get the bags at the Dollar Store for a dollar. No, no, Kadizzle warned don't spend any money on packaging. We are in this to make money. 

The second time Kadizzle went to check on Bumore she was nowhere to be seen. The money must have set her bum instinct aflame. Today Kadizzle will see if she is at her post. 

People are bums for a reason. The inability to be consistent is one reason bums become bums. The water plant is down by the bum encampment. At the water plant an employee was digging up a drainage ditch by the golf course stream. He hit a seam of golf balls and it was like mining gold. Kadizzle sifted through the dirt and got a dozen balls for Bumore to sell.