Runnin' errands day

Stella here.
Nothin' like a day o' wind an' sunshine/clouds... sunshine/clouds... t' make a body glad t' get in th' car an' run off n' do errands.

Harvey had a doctor's appointment this mornin' so we just kept on goin' when he was done, an' we hit all th' high spots - mainly th' garden center over on Rt. 1 t' get some loam an' a geranium.
I do purely love geraniums. We always take one t' put on Harvey's mom's grave on Memorial Day, an' I like t' get it early so's I c'n get some en-joyment outta it before we pass it along t' her.
'Parently she loved 'em, too from what Harvey tells me. I never met her, y'know, so if Harvey hadn'ta told me I wouldn'ta known.

Don't worry none about Harvey goin' t' th' doctor. It's just his regular check-up. He's healthy's a horse these days.
Once we got his blood pressure under control an' cut back on fats (he didn't like that none too well) he perked right up. Kinda droopin' some at one point, but he's A-OK now.

He needed a new pair o' pants so we stopped over t' Reny's an' found just what he wanted. Th' old pair he'd been hangin' onto wasn't hardly even decent anymore!
I was some glad they had 'em 'cause y' can't take that man shoppin' no how if it takes more'n five minutes!
I got some socks, an' that took care o' that.

We did stop at th' Salvation Army f'r a quick look-see. F'r some reason Harvey's willin' t' wander 'round there f'r longer'n most places. Got a cheap real flower pot f'r th' geranium. Now I c'n get it outta that plastic pot they sell 'em in. I never did like keepin' plants in plastic.

Surprisin' find o' th' day at th' "Army" was a copy of th' September 1987 issue o' Down East magazine with a article on th' Bar Harbor fire o' 1947, an' also a piece on old Alan Bemis who was a wicked fine downeast storyteller back a ways. Thought I'd pass it along t' Pat G. so's she c'd read up on him. Dunno if she's familiar with him or not.

Well, that's all I got f'r now. Nothin' much ex-citin' ever happens around here, an' that's just how I like it.
We got through with th' marathon, now we got Memorial Day t' look forward to. Breathin' room aplenty in between.
Gotta go transplant that geranium now.
Love,
Stella