A Spring Sunday
By all accounts, it is a beautiful spring Sunday.
I had no plans and I had asked Dennis if he wanted to do something before he headed out to the patio porch with his coffee cup and breakfast box. Nope.
All that changed when I realized he and his little red pickup were in the backyard by the garage that houses the lawn mowers. I heard the Sear’s mower and knew Dennis was trying out the new blades that had been put on it. Son-in-law Tom came and he used our zero turn to mow our acre. All seemed well. Until . . . Dennis came in the house and asked to take some Tylenol. He announced that he hade lost his wallet. It had slipped and or fallen out of his jacket.
It was still a beautiful spring Sunday, but . . . it’s not ending up peaceful. Dennis knew where he had been with the mower. Both Tom and Dennis went over the area. Even Denise came and she and her dad took the pickup to go over the area.
This afternoon granddaughter Sadie and Colter stopped in and both of them walked the area. It could not have gotten run over by a mower as there would have been evidence of something that had been shredded.
This will be interesting. Dennis never carried more than what a pack of cigarettes cost. It is the ID cards that will take time to replace.
Note: if the police check out a flashing light in the dark of the backyard, it may be Dennis continuing to look. Time will tell.
With that I will take my leave. ♥