Change. . . . . .

Never say "change" to a 50+ year old woman,
it can mean many things,
facial hair being one of them.

But wait, I digress. . . . . . . . . . . .

This was Boyd on Sunday morning after it snowed all day on Saturday.


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When I pulled into the garage on
Tuesday afternoon
(after driving home with my windows
down and breathing in lots of sunshine-filled fresh air)
I heard a small squeek!
More like a "whisper" really.
This "whisper" said,
in a most bold way:
"Hey, LADY!! I could use a break here!"
Lo, and behold it was my lovely "Benny"
She was gasping for fresh air.
She's been, dare I say "banished"
to the rear
of the garage, next to Boyd's tools, a ladder ,
some windshield wiper fluid,
and a bag of snow and ice melt.

I pulled her dusty
little body out of the garage,
I turned the key (oh joy!)
I revved the throttle . . . . gently,
and I putted away. Up the
street, I steered my little beauty.
With the delicious spring-like
air against my face,
I breathed deep, and smiled.

aaahhhhhhhhh

Time for change

It's time for this bad-boy
to get over his "front row seat"
in the garage and let Benny take her
rightful place "up front and center"

See ya next year. . . . .pal!