As the mother of four boys, I hope I never have need of the services of someone like this Pleasanton motorcycle accident attorney. I’m sure he’s a learned and proficient attorney who serves his clients well…but the thought of one of my precious boys riding a motorcycle is enough to strike fear into this mother’s heart. So far, so good. One has his driver’s license thus far and shows no signs of interest in motorcycles. It’s actually my second oldest that would not surprise me if he decided that motorcycles are for him, though. He’s just about ready to get his driver’s permit…so we shall see.
An update on my shingles, in case anyone was wondering. I seem to be over the worst of the break-out period. At this point, my midsection looks as though I might want to consider seeking some kind of acne treatment because I have a generous assortment of round clusters of sores…but the good news is that it’s been several days since I’ve had anything new appear. So…I am guessing that the breaking out is over and now I’ll just get to itch for a while longer. I feel blessed that my case of shingles seems to be mild compared to stories I’ve read and heard.
After being away for almost three weeks this autumn, I came home to find myself quite behind on autumn tasks. For the first few days after arriving back home I was busy unpacking and getting reorganized around the house. After I finally finished those tasks, the rain started. It rained for several days, keeping me inside when what I really wanted to do was go outside and tuck my beloved garden in for the winter. Finally, today the weather cooperated and I was able to get outside and commune with my garden and say goodbye to it for the next several months. I know I sound melodramatic…don’t I? My garden is a source of pride, joy, contentment, and peace to me. Who needs appetite suppressants when I can get outside and get the blood moving through good, old-fashioned hard labor like that?
Anyway…several hours later the plants are all cut back or pulled up, the fence is rolled up for another year, the mulch is raked smooth and we are ready to hibernate while we enjoy the bounty from our summer’s work.
