James and I went out for a ride yesterday. We drove south to Naples, NY, ate in a little restaurant, bought a grape pie, and headed toward home. In Canandaigua we stopped to buy gas. As James pumped gas, I glanced across the busy Main Street and chanced to see a large yellow dog taking his owner for a walk. I looked closer. I got out of the driver's seat and put my hands up to my mouth. "Hey!" I yelled. The woman looked my direction and I waved my hands. She stopped, stared for a moment, and shouted something I couldn't hear. The she pointed to the intersection just down the road and I knew she was going to cross over and talk to me. It was my sister, home from her weekend trip to Ohio, out walking (or being walked by) her dog. Sherman was excited to see us in his neck of the woods and slobbered us up the best he could. After a brief conversation we climbed back into our van and Priscilla continued her walk.
All of this has absolutely nothing to so with these brightly colored plastic Adirondack chairs we saw at the farm market in Naples. Personally, I think $249 is a little over the top for one chair even if they are pretty.
IBS of 2 Samuel 9:7
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