Dad fired up his birthday-present chimenea tonight and cooked finger potatoes wrapped in foil and smokey chipolte sausages. Unfortunately, I was not invited to participate, but they both seemed to think it was pretty delicious.
Mom and Dad spent a lot of time hauling rocks around, Mom with the little boundary rocks you can see behind the Kokopelli ornament, Dad putting together a wall out by the driveway. By 1 p.m. with the sun intense, they had both stopped. I being smarter had spent most of the morning hanging out in the shade.
Our neighbor the whole day was Mike the plumber, whom Dad tells me is the best in his field because he did a perfect job of putting in our hot water heater. At the end of the day, Mom and Dad both had hot showers for the first time here at our casita, and kept going on about how happy they were. I've never had a hot shower nor do I ever want one, but as a loyal dog, I'm happy for the both of them. They both seem more relaxed now that they're clean.
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