I hear the ping on the garage's tin roof occasionally. I walk out in the back yard two or three times a day and find pecans strewn all over the yard near the garage, still falling from Joe's tree. I pick up at least half a dozen every time.
I worked in the den/computer room shredding old papers. I thought once that the shredder had burned up and was ready to go get another one. But I came back and tried it one more I time; it had cooled off and was working again. Paul said, "You don't have to do it all in one day." I know, but I just want the clutter gone. I haven't read a book yet. And here it's already Friday again!
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