At the house this morning, Bud removed the construction trash from the front yard. I took the pot rack that I'd almost forgotten from the garage to the kitchen, so the guys don't forget to hang it.
This afternoon, we rode the motorcycles to a fall festival, a trip that included a ferry ride we usually try to do a couple of times a year.
Nice day, nice ride. It was a good way to find some time to contemplate the happiness in Kirby's life, rather than dwelling on the sadness of the past few days.
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