Carl and his son showed up at eight Thursday morning with a power sander, a vacuum, and buckets of stain and varnish, as well as all the smaller tools they needed to deal with the floor in Wylie’s main room.
They put what they wouldn’t use immediately into the kitchen, at which point Carl shooed Wylie out of the house. “Get working on the garden, if that’s what you’re going to do, and stay out of our hair,” he said with a wide grin.
“Yes…Daddy,” Wylie quipped in reply before going into the back yard. He got out the plants he’d bought—tomatoes, broccoli, and bell peppers—and the packets of seeds for peas, cucumbers, green beans, and zucchini. He figured that would give him a good start. Later he could add other vegetables, once he knew these would make it.
At least I’ve got the right too
