Delores called, in a state. Marion had insisted this morning on moving his tractor. She was scared of what more he might attempt, as she needed to go to Fayetteville on some legal business. Hinted that I go over and babysit. Eventually accepted my suggestion that I call him and invite him to let her bring him over here.
I called. Marion didn't sound good at all. Certainly in no mood to my house. I didn't press him. Felt bad afterwards. But, if Mary and I left Mother here and drove over to his house, he'd know Delores arranged it. Not good.
Big juicy pork chop for lunch, with sweet potato, tomato and George's snap beans. Yum.
Our scheduled game of rummy was interrupted by a visit from brother George. He had been to Ethridge earlier and brought back tomatoes, yellow squash and corn for us. :-)
After Deborah picked up Mother, they were to go by Marion's to see how he was doing. That was some comfort.
After Mother left, I helped Mary buy grandson Johnny's ticket back home. Jet Blue. Bogota to Orlando for the 25th. $445. She's supposed to reimburse me. I know how that goes. Kisses and hugs.
124 lbs.
82.4 °F, clear.
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