Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The ducks have started coming in. We're seeing mallards, grebes, and always herons. This morning, when I looked out the kitchen window and saw the ducks, it reminded me of a time when we were on our way home, from Atlanta, and Mom wanted to drive us through Piedmont Park. We were enjoying the park and trees and looking at the ducks on the lake, when she ran over a curb. Not only did we get a flat tire, but, the rim was also ruined. After we limped to a gas station, maybe that is why the rim was ruined, and bought a new tire, we made our way back to Monroe. The only thing we talked about on the way home was "don't tell Daddy". Mom decided that it was best to blame this on wild teenagers driving us off of the road. Papa never knew about this from my lips.