back from a really great weekend in Franklin. Aside from the poker fiasco on Friday night, we awoke bright and early come Saturday to get a jump on papoo’s recliner. Steph’s idea was to swap it out while he was still sleeping but wouldn’t you know it, he fell asleep in it while stoking the fire. So Jules and I went right on to this new yoga place in town called the Yoga Den. I’ve taken a class with Sophia before but never with Julian. So that was a hoot. 😝
then onto Bidwell street to check on our tenants the Holder family. Jules listened while we kind of walked the property and talked about their issues. Drainage, a fenced in dog area, the rent increase, and even their own mortality. He is 80 after all. But for a conversation a wasn’t looking forward to, we came away with a firm handshake and a favorable 2 year extension.
Next came tackling our own basement. On Mason Branch. Not a job for the faint of heart. But Jules and I, and even Papoo in his own way, readied a truck load for the dump, a shit load in the smoke house, sweeping junk from basement caverns, breathing in so much noxious filth and dust I envisioned myself a coal miner. All bitchin and moaning aside, got to give all due credit to Steph for being right down there with us, and making it all happen.
then came the actual birthday dinner. And man was that a home run. we had these tender cuts of beef called Teres Major. And a bunch of fresh boiled shrimp. Baked potato bar and more. Gloria made a Pig Pickin’ cake and Mitchell (obviously I don’t call him Papoo) blew out the candles with Muffie in his lap.
to top it off, as I was laying there on the floor, stuffed from the meal and exhausted from the day, Jules twists my arm to go shoot pool. It was weird and country and he beat me every single game.
