A conversation with myself: Spring Fever

--Been such a long time since we sat on the grass.

--Wasn't that hysterical when that cat had those kittens and they were all blind but we thought that they were just stupid at first and ran into stuff, but then we found out that you little sister cut off their whiskers with her pink saftey scissor and they weren't blind at all?

--It's weird how in the fall the ground is warm and the air is cold in the spring the air is warm and the ground is cold.

--What was the name of that old grocery store, the last one left in town, the one where we tried to get pop from the machine in front with quarter-sized washers on a Sunday afternoon, that family owned it last, what was their name, they had three boys, Matthew, Marcus, and Lucas, and...

--It was called "Johnson's"

--Yeah, that was their name.

--I helped patch the roof of the new fire department in front of that store last, no two summers, ago.

--I used to mow the lawn for an old blind, deaf, wheelchaired lady that lived across the street from that grocery store when I was fourteen. I would use gramma and grampa's push mower and push it down the sidewalk and cut through the blacktop parking lot...that wasn't long after that place closed. The asphalt was always hot. But anyway, her name was Mrs. Polly and she would always watch baseball from her dump chair and I'd have to just walk in and go like 5, 6 feet from her and yell, "Mrs. Polly...I'm here to mow yer lawn."

--huh

--yeah

--God it's nice out here.