Write about: the man about town.
Finished weeding one section of blackberries this morning and managed to mulch half of it as well. Hoping to get that done before strawberries fully take over my farm time.
Spent the afternoon with Max, mostly in town. Had a quick visit to the park but had to get back home for dinner prep so we couldn't linger as long as he would have liked.
Well, if we had stayed as long as he wanted we might still be there now.
After both boys were asleep this evening I stopped thinking about shaving and actually, factually shaved. If I could choose to stop growing facial hair I would do so without hesitation.
"Good evening. Can I pour you a drink?"
"No, thank you. I was hoping you could tell me where I could find Mr. Bishop."
"Sorry ma'am, he left nearly two hours ago."
"What? He asked me to meet him here just this afternoon!"
"Yeah, Mr. B can be like that sometimes."
"Like what, exactly?"
"Oh, you know, always having to be at the most happening place in town. I guess while he was here he caught wind of a new club having its grand opening tonight."
"And where might that be?"
"You know where Creekside meets Dunbar? On the east side?"
"So I'll find him there then?"
"... I wouldn't count on it. Maybe you should let me pour you that drink now."