With a loud scream from Sylvie dinner began. With the terrible shriek of a nine year old the shrimp Scampi cooked. Somehow Fran managed to create a fireball six feet in diameter. Sylvie screamed ran to her bedroom to rescue her teddy bear and ran out the front door. The fire alarms blasted. Grandpa's first thought was Sylvie was burned. Grandpa ran to the kitchen and remembered the fire extinguisher he had seen that morning. Fran got the fire out, and the meal began. It was delicious and the presentation could not have been better. Prior to the dinner it was a wonderful sunset with a wood fire and a hallow around the moon. Good wine made it even better. Now to sit down for some June Berry Pie. Life will be complete and there is really no reason to go on living, except the Thanksgiving meal is coming up so we will all continue to live and breath.
After a minor crash on the ebike this morning Kadizzle went to sister Patty's house in Cottonwood. There he shortened the seat by two inches. The second trip on the trail was more successful. However, there was one problem. In the morning Kadizzle thought the sign prohibited motorcycles on the trail. In the afternoon a closer look revealed it was electric bikes they were banning. Oh, the hell with it he went anyway. The symbol for electric bikes is a bike with an electric cord and plug coming out the back. Why do they ban them? Old fat guys need help from electrons. Got to go now that pie is waiting.
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